Sophie POV
Huh. This newbie sure was... unusual. For starters, she didn't seem even remotely rebellious. She was quiet, softly spoken, articulate. But, I assumed after a few days all that'd change. It usually did.

I heard a voice from behind me.

"What exactly do we know about the new cliffhanger, Kaylynn?" Peter enquired.

"Not much," I replied, "We're hoping to have her records sent over in the next few days. We do know that around a week ago, she took some sort of overdose and wound up in hospital, but other than that, it's all a bit sketchy, I'm afraid."

"Suicide attempt?" Peter asked me.

"Possibly, yes," I responded, "However on the phone, her mum was quick to assure me that it was most likely just attention-seeking behaviour, and that Kaylynn has a history of that sort of thing."

"Did her mum elaborate at all on that 'history'?"

"Not really, although judging by the - faded - scars most likely from cutting, I'd assume that's what she was talking about."

"So I take it her and Kaylynn don't get on all that well then?" Peter questioned.

I thought about it for a few seconds then replied, "I'm actually not too sure. She barely talked to me, and her mum could've just not been in a great mood from the car journey, or the fact that she was sending her daughter away. But no, they didn't exactly seem too chummy*." I looked at my watch, and realised that it was around the time I'd called group for.

"Sorry, Peter, but it's Kaylynn's first group with the cliffhangers roundabout now." I apologised.

"No problem," Peter said, "Let me know later how it goes."


"Okay, so you guys know the drill. Since Kaylynn's new here, would you all like to tell her your name, a bit about yourself, " I said, "Jules, do you want to start?"

"Sure! Okay, well I'm Juliette, and I'm here 'cause thanks to my mum's unrealistic perfectionism, I resorted to self-destructive coping mechanisms," she starts, without missing a beat. "Auggie?"

"I'm Auggie, here 'cause it's one hell of a lot better than a lockup." he says. "Meat?"

Scott sighs wearily. "Scott. I like football. Shelby?"

Shelby gives him a death glare. "I'm Shelby. Here 'cause of my abusive, good for nothing step-father. Dais?"

"Daisy Graves. Alcoholic parents got the better of me, and I thwacked daddy over the head with a golf club. Ezra?"

"Adoptive parents only adopted me to fix their stupid marrige problems."

"Kaylynn?" I asked, cautiously.

She took a deep breath. "Kaylynn," she all but whispered, "Umm... I used to like netball?"

"That's great, Kaylynn," I said, ignoring the way Shelby'd just rolled her eyes. "What position did you play?"

"Wing Defence," she replied shakily, but proudly.

"I'm sure there are plenty of people here who'd be willing to practise with you," I told her. "Okay, so anyone got anything else to say?" I asked the group.

I was met with blank expressions, and shakes of heads.

"Alright then. Group dismissed."


Kaylynn POV
I lay on my new bed, staring at the celing and listening to the sounds of the other girls' breathing. I had never been able to sleep too well the first night in a new place.

After what felt like an eternity, I sat up in my bed and looked around the dorm.

Juliette was sleeping soundly; a small smile on her face. I kinda smiled too at her peaceful expression.

Daisy was sleeping on her side; turned away from me.

And Shelby... She didn't seem to be having a good dream at all. She was tossing and turning; all whilst muttering something about not liking kittens. Huh. Weird...

Though, I guessed I was pretty weird too. I just wished that Sophie and the rest of the staff would give out tablets to help sleep like they did at the hospital.

I smiled sadly to myself. Probably too many people here with drug issues. Still didn't really make it fair that people like me had to suffer because of it, though.

I lay back down, and, having mostly given up on actual sleep, immersed myself into my own fantasy world, where life was fair and I had my own pet unicorn. 'Cause in this stupid universe, a pet unicorn was more realistic than anything ever being remotely justified.


* Is that a word? I think it is, but I'm not all that sure...


AN: Thankyou everyone so much! And I'm way sorry for not updating sooner. Life just got kinda crazy. And thankyou to everyone who reviewed and followed. :)

I'm not totally happy with this chapter, 'cause I realised some fairly major flaws in my plotline, and again, I may well have got anything non-British completely incorrect, but... I hope it was still alright, and next chapter will definitely have some Juliette POV.

Thankyou again! :)