1 Chapter 1

Sofis pov:

I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, looking at myself holding a knife against my throat.

I see the tears running down my cheek, leaving wet marks on my new uniform. I try to think of a reason to stay, a reason not to bring the knife an inch closer to myself, but I can't. Everyone hates me, my friends hate me, my now ex-boyfriend hates me,

Even my parents hate me! I know they hate me the most, why then would they out of the blue send me to a boarding school on the other side of the world? If not but to get rid of me?

My train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door and an unfamiliar female voice calling out my name.

I quickly wipe my tears and hide the knife in my blazer's pocket. Luckily, there was enough time before the stranger opened the door.

A sweet- looking girl walked in. Her shiny ginger hair falling on her uniform, the exact same maroon uniform that I was handed to wear. But with a slight difference, on her breast pocket was the title 'Prefect' in gold.

"Are you Sofia Davis?" she asked in a voice full of excitement.

Not knowing what was going on, I simply nodded at her in agreement, not knowing what to expect.

"I'm Isabella Russo, the prefect of our floor and your new roommate, nice to meet you," she said, giving me a warm smile and holding out her hand.

I shake her hand and force a weak smile on my face.

She doesn't let go of my hand and drags me out of the bathroom.

" You probably already know our dorm room, but let me give you a little tour myself and explain some basic rules," she says, not letting go of my hand.

"This is my room," she continues as she opens the only door at the end of the hallway to reveal a room full of color. There were a few fairies painted on the walls, plus some mushrooms and frogs that matched the greenish comforter covers and pink pillows on her bed. I couldn't help but notice a huge poster of the periodic table above the desk full of books. It's the only thing that doesn't perfectly match the rest of the room.

Before I could analyze her room further, she pulled me back to the starting point, outside the bathroom. But this time she didn't open the bathroom door, she opened the door on the other side of the small hallway, my bedroom door. She looked quite surprised when she saw that I hadn't unpacked yet, even though I'd been here for a couple of hours, but she decided not to say anything. Instead, she continued to drag me around our dorm. We went into the last room, which was a cross between a kitchen and a living room.

Isabella sat me down on the little red sofa and got up to get orange juice for both of us. Neither of us tried to make small talk in the meantime, she looked like she wanted to but didn't know what to say or how to start, while I on the other hand was glad she couldn't find anything to talk about. I was REALLY in no mood to talk further than necessary.

A few minutes pass and Isabella comes back with two glasses of orange juice. I thank her and take a sip as I watch her sit down next to me.

"So, like I said, as long as you're staying here, there are a few rules you need to follow to stay out of trouble," I say.

I nod and let her continue

"Rule 1: You don't leave our dorm after midnight unless it's an emergency. The professors walk around each floor to make sure no one is causing trouble in the middle of the night.

she pauses for a moment to take a sip of her orange juice

"And don't even think about sneaking out, it's impossible. A few people have tried in the past, and they all failed miserably. Some of them even ended up in isolation for a few days.

"Isolation?" I asked, interrupting her.

"That's one of those rooms where you get locked up for a day or two to 'learn your lesson.

I stared at her, somewhat shocked, but said nothing.

"Anyway, moving on to rule 2, you're allowed to hang out with the male students as long as it's in a public area. That means you can't go into their dorms and you can't bring them to us.

She takes another little break to drink more of her orange juice.

"Rule 3: You always walk around the school in uniform, which means black skirt or pants, white shirt, and the school blazer if it's cold. Also, you're only allowed to wear a bracelet of your choice, no necklaces, rings or earrings. It's crappy and stupid, I know."

A small chuckle escaped my mouth.

"And the last rule, which is mine: Never fall in love and I mean NEVER with any of the guys. There's nothing wrong with them, but it'll make your life here a lot harder. Believe me, I know."

I had so many questions. How would she know how isolation is, if she is a prefect? Isn't she supposed to be an example' for the rest of us? And if she did go down there what did she go for? And what happened when she fell in love? What made her so protective of it?

But before i could ask any of the questions that were running around my head, there was a door on the front door.

Great.

That's the second knock today that interrupts my thoughts.

I look over at Isabella, wondering if she will take it or if i will have to do the 'honors'. I watch her as she looks on the wall clock, then at me and then at the door.

"Please let me be wrong" I hear her mumble to herself before getting up to open the door.