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Stormwood Academy- Home For The Slighty Insane

Stormwood Academy.
I see why they call it that now. I always feel like I'm constantly spinning in a storm, helplessly trying to get out.

I wouldn't say I'm insane. I just see things differently to other people.

I was admitted here when I was only twelve. A misunderstood and adolescent boy captivated by crime. I'm younger than the rest of my friends here, most of them were admitted here when they were aged thirteen- maybe fourteen.

Well, I'm sixteen now and I can honestly say that these four years have been torture. Not in the way where you are suspended from your bruised arms and legs with rope or watch your best friend die in front of your eyes, but in the way where you are mentally scarred.

I've seen things no child should of ever seen. I've experienced things no teenager should of at extreme parties.

Let me explain.
Every year it's like a ritual. A demonic uprising in the school grounds. These parties have many names- thousands in fact. Rumours fly around the building like flocks of geese and year after year the motives at each party change.

They can be held on the school grounds or at the nearby train station but this year it's been said its happening on the roof.

The sacred and most intricate part of the school. Teachers have gone missing up there and I always feel like I've been dehumanised when I feel the bitter air on the school's roof. I see everyone with different abilities swarming up there like hornets on a summers day. Their secrets intertwining as silk worms would do.

I didn't want to go, but the matter of the fact is- I don't have a choice.
If I didn't go I would forever be called 'Cody, the only boy who didn't go to the party because he shit himself'.

Maybe not that long but something along those lines.
The beginning of the party was nearing and there was nothing I could do about it.