So far it has done nothing but rain, and that would be just the cap on my already depressing mood. My life had been nothing but a nightmare. It started around my thirteenth birthday, random fires around the house and neighborhood. The fights between my parents were the worst that they've ever been too, I knew what they were fighting about, The Penvellyn Academy for Boys. We went through four toasters, three televisions, and two monitors before my sixteenth birthday; and for my seventeenth birthday I got to watch my parent's burn alive.

This wasn't a random fire like all the other weird acts of nature; this fire was set by a man. A large mean looking man with a scar on his face, and a gun in his hand, he's the one that set the fire. The huge inferno that engulfed my parents was made by him. I don't know who he is but when I find him he's going to pay. But no one believes me; no one saw the horrible event besides me. And when the police showed up it was just another house fire, with an unfortunate ending. The man set my family on fire and with them my house; there would be no excuse to look any further into. They left me an orphan, with, what everyone thinks are to be extreme emotional issues. Shrinks just nod as I recall the actual events, and I can tell they don't believe me.

Now, because of my parent's will, I'm headed to the Penvellyn Academy for Boys in jolly ole England. The school has been a part of my family for generations, or so I've heard. And this school was one of the main reasons my parents fought. They used to argue about sending me, and I guess my mother won. She told me once that her so-many-greats grandpa built the school and that I should want to go. The truth is I don't care.

My social worker is still talking in the front, she is complaining about all the rain and the fog. She just will not stop talking and she is driving me crazy. I stare out the window, starting to get a little car sick from all the rolling hills, which are more like mountains. Then I see it, the old grey-black stone castle is extremely large, even from how far away the car is. The towers scratched the clouds and the stone outer layer seemed sturdy after all these centuries. He closer the car became the more the strange sense in my chest grew warm. I faintly remember the place like a dream-or a nightmare.

"Look, there's the school," Cèline said happily.

"Academy," I replied monotonously.

"Whatever." And that is how it goes. She says something and then I say something and then she shoots me down. My words don't mean anything to her and she shows it well.

The academy came closer and closer into view and the burning in my chest grew warmer and tighter. The warmth suffocating my insides tightened around my lungs and my heart. The anxiety of this retched school suffocates me from the inside. I started to wheeze and choke on any air I could swallow. Cèline looked at me through the rear-view mirror and sighed, taking care of me isn't part of her want-to-do list. She dug through the glove box while I wheezed and suffocated until she found the little red inhaler my physician gave her. She tossed it over her shoulder and pelted me right in the forehead with the red inhaler. I felt along the floor of the car for it and then took in three deep gusts of compressed oxygen when I found it. I gasped and took in another deep breath of air, relieved to be able to breathe.

I looked into the mirror, taking in my violet eyes from my mother's side and my dark black-red hair from my father's side, and then the huge inhaler shaped mark in the middle of my forehead. "Thanks Cèline," I said sarcastically. She ignored me, as she always does and turned the car onto a hidden stone road. The car jerked sharply sending my flying in random directions as she drove down the unpaved road. Cèline cannot drive a car to save her life and I is happy once she stopped the car, very suddenly I might add, in front of the academy.

She got out of the car, not saying a word to me the whole way to the door. On the other hand I took my time opening the door, locking it, and then closing it. The castle is giant compared to any other place I had ever been placed. I entered the dark entrance room via the huge and heavy wooden front door.

And I just had a feeling---either the burning still in my chest or the nausea in my stomach---that this is going to be a strange place.