Chapter 2

I followed the old who had personally chosen to show me around the school despite having lots of staff who could do so. I fought back the urge to tell him not to try to be nice to me; I won't give him a word of donation to the Williams.

“This is the counseling building, your doctor will be Dr. Finn, and you’ll visit him daily, no questions asked. You have a section with him after breakfast for two hours every day for the six months you'll be here," the old man explains.

“Sure, no problem., It's just visiting a shrink for two hours out of twenty-four I can manage. So, anything else I should take note of?" I asked, staring at the two-story counseling building with an indifferent face.

I saw two beautiful boys coming out of the building; they had probably just finished a section with their therapist or counselor, not that I cared anyways. The taller one of the two, standing tall at 6'2' with a buzz cut hairstyle, an ear piercing decorated with a diamond earring, his tattoos peeking out from under his white transparent T-shirt. I could see the tattoo go from his arm to the lower part of his back. His face sat in a scowl even as the shorter one said something that should have been funny, as the shorter one was laughing at what he had said. Even with the smirk on his face, he looked handsome.

The other one was only a little bit shorter than the first, standing at 6'0, his long curly blond hair bounced on his head as he walked beside the taller male. His skin looked golden and soft under the direct sunlight of the early afternoon. Both of them have a slim but muscled build and are insanely handsome.

The older man must have caught me staring as he put it upon himself to introduce the duo to me. “Oh, they probably caught your attention already," he chuckled like what he said was funny. “It would be a surprise if they didn't; they are fine young men, after all. Well, Jerome," he pointed to the taller one, "and that is Michael," then, at the smaller one.

“I know, “I grumbled, but what I had said went to his deaf ear as he continued to explain.

“They are handsome and all, but it’s advisable to stay away from them; they are bad news; most of the children here are, but some are better than the others, but those two are nightmares. I am not supposed to be telling you this, but for your safety, stay away from their group," the oldie warned, and I yawned.

Of course, I know them pretty well, as you would know someone living in the same neighborhood since you were a kid and attending the same middle school, plus their parents are in the same social circle as me.

Their parents, like mine, are rich, stuck-up people who only think about how to make more money, making an appearance at galas and what. Not the kids always get into trouble, and instead of fixing the root problem as a parent should, they send them to some fucking institution as soon as middle school is over.

He told me about my schedule as we walked to the living area. "Breakfast will be ready anytime you want; we have a team of wonderful chefs. Dinner will be eaten together with everyone else. After breakfast, you go to your appointment, and then you are free to do whatever till evening; we do sport in the evening to keep everyone energized and to allow everyone to mingle and make friends. It's not a must; you can choose to attend or not attend. Dinner at eight. You get to meet everyone at dinner."

We stood in front of a vast modern mansion; painted a cream color, with beautiful flower beds in front of it and decorative trees on each side. The shape of the estate was like a half-circle, an uneven half-circle with three stories. I followed the oldie into the house and nodded. Approved of the sight before me, a golden chandelier hung neatly from the high white ceiling, expensive-looking paintings decorating the white walls as some ceramic art sitting proudly on a wall shelf. The place looked neat and well put together, I continued into the house, trailing behind the older man, and we entered the living room.

I wouldn't expect anything less if I had to pay millions to be in this fancy prison for misunderstood children.

An extensive set of black and grey furniture sat in the middle of the living room, some single groups of different colors sat at different corners of the large living room, a big bookshelf is placed at the far left of the room, on the bookshelf were some books, flowers and some ceramic arts. A large plasma TV sat across from it, and under it was a fireplace. The living room idea was probably minimalistic but expensive.

"This is where everyone hangs out when they don't have things to do. You are free to come here anytime, but no sleeping on the couch overnight," he instructed sternly.

We heard a noise coming from the opposite side of the living room, and we followed the noise into the dining room, where different types of hairstyles and hair colors assaulted my eyes, followed by about twenty pairs of eyes.

I plastered my ' Don't approach' look because I was not mentally prepared to entertain anyone.

“Why is everyone here at this time?" The oldie asked and some of the kids smiled brightly while some looked bored and others, like Jerome, had on a permanent scowl face.

A girl who looked to be my age ran excitedly towards us, her bobby black and pink hair covering one side of her face with bangs. She was going to pull me into a hug when I stretched out my hands and apologized “sorry mate, I hate hugs," I mustered up a fake smile to back up my lie. I don't have problems with body contact, and I enjoy friendly, warm hugs and cuddles, but I don't intend to make friends with anyone here; I'm only here to play with my parent's games.

“Oh, that's fine Cody also has germ phobia and wears gloves everywhere. I'm Arla, and I’m from Sweden; welcome to Greys," she said excitedly with a bright smile; she seemed to have a bubbly personality, probably a headache for me.

"The name's Samantha," I said, feeling too lazy and bothered to tell more

"Can I call you Sam?" she asked

"Whatever floats your boat pretty as long as it's not Sammy; that comes with a lot of baggage" I smirked and turned to the oldie, ready to leave. He smiled down at me, gesturing for me to go in and say hello to the rest of the party; Arla was already looking at me with hope. I sighed and walked into the room under the scrutinizing gaze of twenty pairs of eyes.

It sucks to be the new kid.

"I'm sure you all heard me introduce myself to the pretty lady back there, but just in case your ear isn't functioning properly, I go by the name Samantha, not Sammy or Miss William; you can call me Sam, though. Don’t introduce yourselves; I’ll probably forget your name before I leave this room anyway. You are also welcome to test my boundaries" I introduced me and turned back to the oldie, who looked shocked at my outburst.

"Well, well, we've got an interesting one this time" a pair of green eyes and a curly head that I hadn't noticed smirked at me from the corner of the room as I left.