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    Crap! Was the first thought that had entered my mind. What do I do know?! I always hated it when people saw me crying, but when I found out it was Ethan who was next to me, I nearly died of embarrassment right then and there.    "Are you okay Allison? What happened?" The usual cockiness in his voice was gone and was replaced with concern and worry.    I just stared back at him. I mean what else was I supposed to do? I didn't know him at all! I couldn't just dump all my problems on him as I cried into his shoulder and explained everything about my parents. If I did that, no doubt that there would be a huge gossip bomb about me throughout

    I couldn't believe it. I had been here all of ten minutes and already I had made a fool of myself. Embarrassed, I quickly made my way to the dorms. When I walked in I was intently amazed. I thought it would just look like an ordinary hotel, but I was hugely mistaken. My eyes were greeted with what looked like a miniature ball room. The room was white with a gold trim and an elegant spiral staircase leading up to the next floor. Our Headmistress, Madame Collins, was standing on said staircase looking around disapprovingly at all of us, waiting for the last few girls to trickle in.    "Welcome, welcome everyone!" She said with false enthu

    We where in the kitchen eating our dinner when Sarah told me what the plan was.        "Boarding School?!" That was all I could say when Sarah told me that I would be attending Willow Tree Academy, a boarding school for snobby rich kids, or the next four years of my life. I was no snobby rich kid. "But... Come on! Isn't there anything else I could do? I could stay home alone, or I could go with you when your at work and take online classes!"    "I'm sorry Ally, but it's the only way. Besides, Willow Tree academy is a lovely school, and it's either that or an orphanage." She said, hoping and failing to turn my opinion around.    "I don

Prologue   Taking a deep breath I looked into the caskets. The two caskets were side by side and the people inside were so familiar yet, so different. My Mom never wore makeup, and I’m pretty sure my Dad didn’t either, so when I looked at them it took all I had to not wipe off the pasty colored powder from them and exposing their pale, lifeless faces. But these faces where covered in so much paint it could have been Halloween, which also would have explained the nightmare that started a week ago. I just wish I wasn’t here right now. I should be at home having my Dad helping me with math, or have my mom discussing a book she