My dad thought it would be a good idea to send me to a boarding school. I guess he figured it would keep me out of trouble while he was away on his business trips, plus he wouldn't have to pay for an au pair anymore. I would have preferred the au pair to be honest, but my house was never really the same since my mom died. Maybe a bit of time away from home would be good.

So there I was, walking towards a squat but professional looking building in the middle of nowhere. I didn't even know which part of Indiana I was in anymore; the trip here was so confusing.

I turned around to wave to my last ever au pair, but she was already speeding away frantically down the curving road. I wasn't that bad, was I?

I sighed. I still couldn't believe I was attending a boarding school. Apparently less than two hundred students were enrolled here.

I walked slowly up to the front door, the name above in gold letters—Lambda School for Gifted Youth— staring down at me menacingly as if sneering "You? Gifted? I don't think so. What have you ever done to deserve attending this elite school?"

I did up the buttons on my coat and got ready for the beginning of my social suicide.