Because I've been lazy. Really lazy. And school's almost over. WHOOP WHOOP ALMOST A NON FRESHMAN OH YEAH BABY.
My name is Faye, and I live at the Academy. I'm not really sure how long I've been here; in fact, I can't remember a time I wasn't here. And I hate it.
I mean, who could blame me? Spending 15 years with the same old goblins, vampires, and angels isn't exactly anyone's idea of a good time. Yeah, you heard me right. I live with freaks. I am a freak.
I know I shouldn't complain, though. The Headmaster tells us terrible stories of what happened in the Outside. How all the people there turned against each other, stories of killing and torture and fire raining down from the sky. How they were being punished for ruining the Earth.
But I dream of leaving. Who cares about danger when the other option is spending your whole life in the same place, with the same people, doing the same thing day after day? Sometimes, I'll go to the turret at the top of the Academy, climb onto the stone walls, and stare out at the Outside. The Headmaster says that it used to be all concrete and smoke, but now all I can see is jungle, like a giant green blanket to the horizon. I'll hold onto the flag and lean over the edge, looking down and seeing that the only thing separating me from freedom is air.
Because the thing about leaving is...
We can't.