Blackwell Academy for girls. That was where my parents had enrolled me when we came to Ohio, and that's where I was now.
It was a private school and being the best education around, my parents decided it was suitable for their only child.
I wasn't accepted very quickly. In fact, I was a particularly quiet kid in the first place, and the move only made it worse.
On the first day, I remember waking up, only slightly excited to be going to such a good school.
The uniform had been hung next to my new floor-length mirror. There was a maroon blazer and a tank top on one hook and a plaid wool skirt that matched the blazer on another hook.
It was pretty decent looking for a first-year uniform. Most would call it ugly, others would kill to wear it instead of theirs.
So what happened then?
Well, I went through my first year of school at Blackwell focussing on befriending the teachers and keeping my grades above eighty.
