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Chapter 1

I'm wasting time. Each moment that I'm still in this prison, my life is wasting away. They won't let any of us escape, they have guards in the hall and monitor our every move. They use weird mind games on us, adjusting the way our minds think, trying to control what we think. There are a few others like me, the one's who won't change, won't let the wardens mold them. They show their resistance by being loud and trying to interrupt the warden's thoughts. Then there are others who show their resistance by keeping it silent and escaping to another dimension, to avoid the warden's harsh reality. The others, the ones that allow the warden in and hang on to each and every single one of his poisoned words, they are like robots, being reprogrammed with each new idea that the warden shares.

I used to think that the only ones I could trust were the other resistors. I always thought that the others would grow old and just replace the dead wardens. I tried to save some of them, but they were already too far along and I didn't have the time to try to rescue them.

I know, I know I'm exaggerating. But if you didn't know that I was a junior at Freehills High (ironic name, I know), then you would've thought that I was a prisoner in a twisted, messed up prison. But like I've said before, I'm not alone in my cell. I've got my two bestest friends! There's Harlie who is basically my twin, but only in the way she acts. She's a total rock star, she always wears leather and her hair is just like a raven's feathers. Then Blake, who's nothing like Harlie and I, in the way he acts. He's super quiet with strangers, but when you play some of his favorite artists, he'll become a totally different person.

They both understand me and when you have us all together, well... let's just say that every teacher hopes to not have a class with all three of us. The only class that I have with both of them is Social Sciences and of course my teacher hates the three of us.

I barely pay attention in any of my classes but yet, I still seem to be getting about a B average. Yay me. I don't really care about my grades though, I mean they're just letters on a paper; my homework in kindergarten looked exactly the same as my report card from last quarter. I mean sure I guess we have to know some of this stuff for life but, some of it seems unnecessary. Now, I'm not gonna go on rampage and list everything I think is useless and should be taken out of the curriculum, that would take too long. All I really care about is living my life, and of course that included trying new things and taking a few risks. Yes, I know what you're all thinking, "Oh, she's one of those stereotypical girls who love living on the edge and have piercings and tattoos." But I'm not. First, I don't have any tattoos and second, well... I guess the first part is right, I do like living on the edge.

I have to say though, even if I think that school is a waste of my time and that I could be doing something more exciting; school did deliver my two beautiful friends and I would be nothing without them (sappy, I know) That one part of the day, when I have Social Sciences, is the only thing I look forward to.

I never really pay attention to anyone in my Social Sciences class, except for my friends of course. But one person, in particular had caught my attention. He's nothing like me; he loves math, and probably every subject and he never looks up from his textbook. I've never really talked to him, and the only thing I know about him is that he has dirty blonde hair, and of course he loves school. I don't even know what color his eyes are because he never looks up from his stupid book, well at least I've never seen him do it. I know his name is Cole. I also know that he doesn't know I exist. He only knows things like, what a quadratic equation is and who our sixteenth president was. And all those other stupid things that aren't necessary if you want to just live.

"Audrey!" I stop staring at the back of Cole's head to hear my teacher yelling my name and Harlie kicking me.

"Huh?"