Be careful, Melissa Cameron was not your typical heroine. She was an ordinary teenager who had good intentions. It was, it's true. Once accused of vandalizing school property, she became rude and rude. She defended herself forcefully. Melissa claimed that the two girls who accused her of destroying the school's gym equipment, Vanessa and Sydney, used her as a scapegoat. Melissa said she had nothing to do with “terrible things like vandalism”. The principal, seeing that he had no evidence against him, decided that each girl would be suspended for three days. While the staff members gradually forgot, Melissa's mother did not have the same calm and understanding reaction. " Vandalism ! Is this why I raised my own child? To ruin school property? Did I teach you how to destroy gym equipment? No! I didn't do it! Mrs. Cameron had thundered loud enough for half the neighborhood to hear. She didn't want to hear Melissa's protests and denials. She said there would be changes. The next day, due to her suspension, Melissa stayed home. She was surprised when her mother walked out the door and entered her van in formal attire, leaving Melissa curious and alone with her little brother and sleeping father. Crouching down towards her younger brother, Leighton, she smiled friendly. “Lee, do you know where mom is going?” Leighton looked at her with bright eyes. Removing his thumb from his mouth, he wiped away the spit before responding. “Mom said she was looking at new schools,” Leighton’s thumb returned to his mouth. Melissa cocked her head to the side, trying to stop herself from screaming in front of a four year old boy. Offering a gentle smile, she slowly stood up, silently praying that Leighton had misheard. A boarding school... middle of paper ......ary blinked, then typed quickly on his computer. “Yes, you are right. You can leave her here, and Jennifer will show her the dormitory she will be staying in,” Mrs. Cameron left without another word, but turned pitifully back to Melissa. The lobster-eyed woman rang a bright bell on her desk. A woman in her thirties strutted in politely. “Oh. You must be Melissa. Come with me. » Without letting Melissa ask a single thing, the woman accelerated and quickly turned around. Melissa felt like she was in a complicated maze. A loud buzzing sound sounded. Melissa prepared for rowdy children to burst out and trample them, but instead, students formed a neat line rushing out of the classroom door, one after the other. None of them spoke. The room was silent as before. Melissa sped up to catch up with the woman, but her mind was still on the students. Why were they acting so strange?