My name is Dahlia Black, no middle name, nothing special. Not too long ago I was just your "average" fifteen year old at Colordas High. I began this long journey of several institutions a year ago when my parents died in a house fire. Apperently it wasn't safe for me to go back to school. They think I'm crazy, but whatever.
I'm sixteen now and not much has changed. I'm tired of moving from place to place. I'm tired of being able to hear what they really think about me. I miss my parents, I miss Colordas... I just wanna go home so I can be left in piece. Everyone's thoughts are too loud here. They're always too loud in these places. Especially their minds. Ugh, the Mistress has finally led me to my room, she hasn't said a word since she struck that small blonde girl. Farrah I think her name was? I'll be sure to ask later. I look on the door and the Irony begins. "Farrah's Room" Is written in big colorful bubble letters. "This is where you will be staying, I hope you don't mind a room mate." The Mistress says with a frusterated smile. "Now, I'm going to go back downstairs and clean up as you get settled in. Welcome to Baybrooks, Miss Black. We hope you enjoy your stay." And she walks off.