' Just one more year '
' One year, and you can leave this all behind '

I tightened my grip on my backpack as I chant those words over and over. One last year of high school and I will be free.

"Miss Ellison, we have arrived," Max's announce broke through my train of thought. I looked out at our destination and sigh. Blue Monarch Academy needs no introduction, like its name , this school caters to highest of the highest in society and prides itself as the best high school in all of East Coast.

On the front the school boasts 'Tower 1' as we call it, a gigantic building with gothic style architecture reflecting its Catholic foundation. Beyond Tower 1 however are edgy and extensively modern insfrastractures hinted  with royal blue and gold colors. Nine towers are currently built but I bet those numbers will change as soon as a student fails and some wealthy parent decides to donate a building in exchange of a little 'consideration' for his son.

Despite the luxury Blue Monarch has to offer, this place has been a prison for people like me.

" I told you many times, call me Jane, " I smiled at Max through the rearview mirror.  I've known Max for as long as I can remember, I don't know why he always regards me by my last name when he is like a family to me.

"Right Jane," He corrects as he got out of the car and opened the door for me, he's probably sensing reluctance to go to school today.

I smooth out my uniform and fidgetted with my backpack strap. 'One more year, it's only 365 days, just push through it'. Once my mind has calmed enough I went  of out and bid goodbye to Max.

I walked pass the school gates and tried to get to my destination without any trouble. According to my schedule sent online two weeks prior, I have literature at Knight's Hall at tower 2. My feet doubled its speed and I bowed my head down careful not to standout.

I was about to reach Knight's Hall when I tripped on someone foot. I manage to catch myself just fine but I can feel it's about to start.

I know the pattern.

The way my heartbeats skyrocket, how clammy my palm suddenly gets, my breathing turns into pants and my stomach drops.

They're all looking, judging.

All of them.

"Look who just got out of the Fat Camp," A familiar voice announced.

And just like that, once more, I broke.