atory Academy. Ayla had kept her promise, returning to the very state where her nigh

rame. Her hands were buried in her pockets. Beside her stood Clotilde, her best

at behind a massive oak desk. He flipped through th

the files o

ic school," the Dean sneered, adjusting his glasses. "St. Jude's prides itself on our Ivy L

shed red. She opene

d grabbed Clotilde'

ed in utter boredom. "Just stamp the paper,

He snatched his stamp, slammed it onto th

basement wing. Don't cau

the papers an

orms stopped to stare. They whispered behind their hands, their eyes

lotilde muttered cur

basement wing. Th

chaos. Heavy metal music blasted from a portable speaker.

idn't

at boot and kicked the do

h a deafening crash, s

f abruptly. The

was filled with the school's worst-rich kids with drug

sks in the back smirked. One of t

ped into

e classroom. Her eyes were dead, carrying the heavy, suf

hroat close up. The smirk slid off his f

l into a terrified,

isle toward the two em

sprawled across the aisle, blocking her path

kicked the leg of his

ly throwing the guy to the floor. He jump

lowly turned her he

dropped. His instincts screamed at him to sit down

Clotilde

bell

a sharp, tailored suit that screamed high fa

d and wrote her name in ele

put their heads down to sleep;

ed around, her calm, calcula

ped on Ayla i

room, their

. Serena wasn't a normal teacher. The woman carried the sa

. When she read Ayla's name, she

smissal, Ayla slung her b

a called out

sto

s," Serena said, her voice smoo

slow smirk. She didn't rep

t?" Clotilde asked,

ght sun. "This school is going to be a