Chapter One

The sky was a brilliant shade of blue without a single cloud in the sky over the Academy I had just been sent to with my two older brothers, Matt and Jeff. Our father couldn't support us anymore after our mother recently died…She had cancer…Anyways, the only reason we could afford to go to this boarding school was because Jeff got an Art Scholarship and he split it upon all of us.

"Okay, the Girl's Dorm is right down there," Jeff pointed down the path at a huge looking house. "Matt and I have to head to the Boy's Dorm, so we'll see you later, okay Dameon?"

"Thanks, Jeff." I hugged my brother tight.

Matt hugged me as well and then we headed our separate ways. A small breeze caressed my black and red hair as I walked down the path, observing all the passing by teens much like myself. I had to wonder: What would this Academy be like? Would I even meet anybody interesting?

As I walked into the Girl's Dorm, I flinched at all the pink. Pink walls, pink carpet with a purple rug stretched across it. It was like poison dripping down my throat, slowly and painfully killing me. Sound dramatic, I know, but I'm not even exaggerating here.

I found my room and then opened the perfect oak door. Surprisingly, the walls were purple, not pink, and I already saw my roommate there. She had long, brown hair and she wore black just like me.

"Oh, hello…" I said quietly.

"Hi!" the girl smiled. "My name is Stephanie Margera, but call me Steph."

"I-I'm Dameon Hardy." I introduced myself quietly.

"Do you have any siblings?" asked Steph as she unpacked some of her things.

"Yes, I have two older brothers. Their names are Matt and Jeff." I replied as I began to unpack my own things.

"Oh, I have one older brother, Bam." Steph hung her clothes in the closet.

Steph and I continued our conversation for a little bit as I unpacked my clothes into the closet as well. I noticed Steph looking down at my wrists as her eyes widened.

"You—cut yourself?" asked Steph, her blue eyes scanning up and down my scarred wrists.

"Oh—um…" I turned my wrists away from her. "No…"

"It's okay," Steph took off her purple striped hoodie, revealing her scarred wrists as well. "You're not alone."

"Why do you…?" My voice trailed off.

"My abusive parents are the source of all my problems." Steph sighed heavily. "But I'm finally away from those messed up retards."

I didn't reply to her. What was I suppose to say? Abusive parents…

"Anyways, how did you get here?" asked Steph as she zipped her hoodie back up.

"My father couldn't support my brothers and I after our mother died." I told Steph.

The bell rung outside in the hall, indicating that we had to go to class.

"Oops, we're going to be late if we don't hurry." Steph and I jogged out of the dorm and to our class.