User: PJHDstoryteller

The school is a lot bigger than I imagined. It looms over me like a giant, making me feel vulnerable. People are pouring through the front doors.

I clench my fists, take a deep breath, and walk towards the front steps. The woman from the orphanage left as soon as I got out of the car. I don't mind though, I wouldn't even want an awkward goodbye. None of us mean it anyway.

Everyone is in their uniforms, head held high and money pouring out of their pores. I clench my teeth. I don't belong here. There's got to be someone here who understands me though. Right?

There's a crowd standing around a poster. It's about that boy, the one who died. Murdered.

A chill ran up my spine. This place was creepy. People are saying his ghost still lurks through the hallways.

Well, maybe this won't be so boring after all.