Innocent.

Chapter One //

She never wanted to be here. Not in a million years. Not even if she were dead. It wasn't her fault she was cursed with a mental illness and had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She had done nothing to deserve being sent to this torturous school.

"It'll help with her psychiatric issues.", Dr. Laurynth had told her father.

Now here she was, all alone on a plane on the way to the middle of nowhere.

"Since your mother has been gone, your state has only been declining, Abigail.", her father tried to reason with her, "I just can't do this anymore. These people, it's their job to help people like you."

"People like me? What do you think I am, some freak? How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't do anything!", She yelled back.

Her father had driven her to the airport early this morning, not even bothering to say a sentimental goodbye to his only child that he was shipping off to a boarding school across the country. She took her luggage out of the trunk and sulked to find her plane. After a long while of waiting to be called onto the plane, she finally took her seat. She was sandwiched between a small child and a rapidly aging old man. Grabbing her small backpack, she took out her iPod and headphones and relaxed into the back of the seat.

After about six hours of flight, they descended from the air. She braced herself for the landing, closing her eyes to make the situation lighter. In all of the hustle of moving businessmen, families, and flight staff assisting everyone off of the plane, she was pressed in the midst of a madhouse. She struggled to pull her carry-on out of the overhead compartment, resulting in it landing in the middle of her face. She groaned in pain and pushed her way into the sea of retreating people eager to leave the plane.

Once she exited the plane, found her luggage, fought through a mass of people in a hurry, and found her ride, she found herself sitting in the backseat of a black Chevorlet Suburban. It was completely silent in the car for twenty minutes after they departed. A man that she assumed was associated with the school had been awaiting with a sign that had her name, Abigail Sutherland, printed on it, and she had followed him out. They rode like this for the rest of the trip, with no music, no speaking, and honestly, she found it peaceful.

They slowed to a roll when the big car pulled up to a max-security gate. The driver typed a few numbers on a keypad and the gate slowly flung open. They proceeded down the driveway, towards a large courtyard. The car was abruptly parked and she popped open the door and stepped out, luggage in hand. She had a permanant scowl etched on her face as she breathed deeply, taking in her surroundings. It looked like pure hell.

A tall cinderblock building stood as a fortress in the middle of the grassy field. It looked very out of place in the wooded area, along with her. The air had a slight chill to it, and she shivered due to the fact she had on shorts and a tank top. Wasn't Georgia supposed to be hot? She shook her head looking over the rest of the grounds. She saw a long building slightly off to the right and an identical one on the left. This was it. This was where she was stuck. This was a school she didn't belong at. This place was meant for mentally unstable teens. Not her.

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So, This is the first chapter of a book I will be writing. Please excuse how awful it is, i'm writing it off as the fact that it's 4:30 AM. I hope to upload again soon.

xx, Maloree