I'm going to Legginton Academy. Why?
My mum thinks I've gone mental.
And this is where it began...
*FLASHBACK*
I am home alone, my mother has gone for a business trip in London. I'm as hungry as hell. So I decided to grab something to tuck into from the fridge. There is a note on it:
Hi Persephone,
I am going away for two weeks a babysitter will here in here in three days. ( Don't do anything weird like throw a party or something). Take anything from the fridge (except for my cookie dough ice cream). And don't bring more than four friends over. Have fun.
Love mum
Friends?
I don't have any. Don't want any. Don't need any. I've gone to my school for three years now and still haven't made any, to be honest, I haven't made any effort.
I pour myself a glass of milk (The thought of friends has made me lose my appetite.), take my phone and listen to music while I look out of the window. There is an antique shop directly opposite to our house owned by my mum's friend Miss Darcy. She kind of gets on my nerves. About how I should dress and act more ladylike. It's not my fault I like black clothes and combat boots.
As I look outside the window. I see a figure in the shop. I'm guessing it was Miss Darcy checking on some stuff.
But Miss Darcy is a holiday...