Dear journal ...

(diary of a wimpy kid reference haha)

Long ago, nearly 500 years ago a man called Mr. Fitzrosé made a school called st. Killgars school of misfortunate children the very same man runs the school to this day. Mr. Fitzrosé looks around sixty; rumours say that the school was inherited through the fitzrosé family bloodline...

This school is run by a rich man yet only poor, neglected or orphan children go, is it because of their horrible reputation or was it intentionally?

On a brighter note!

My dad was arrested for domestic abuse, yay! My mother's job doesn't hold my private school right now though. So... I think you know where this is going.

I'm gonna miss Grace and Spencer... ( my friends back in my old school)

Anyway! Back to the present, I'm now going to this ridiculously fancy public bording school!

I hear I'll be getting a MIXED dorm with TEN fucking people; AND they'll probably all know each other from last year.

wish me luck....