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"Name?", a tall shapeless woman asks.

"Oh c'mon, you know my name, everyone knows my name."

"I will not ask again." She says with a strict face trying her best to look intimidating.

The facade won't faze me though.

"Is she always like this?" I say to the two security guards. Expecting no reply, I continued "Ava Collins."

Bitch.

"Age?"

"Now that, you don't know, 21."

"Crimes committed?"

"Mass Murder," I say with a treacherous look which makes her scared for a second.

As she should be.

She clears her throat quietly and continues "Anything else?"

I think for a while before answering.

The jig is up so I might as well talk.

"Uhh...Kidnapping, Arson, Terrorism; if you want to call it that." I say with a large smile.

She looks terrified now.

Awn, poor lady.

"W...W...Weapons used?" she stammers.

"Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate."

"O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins."

"Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

"You really don't need to use force. I'll go anywhere you want me to." I say with a seductive voice.

"Oh, we're just doing our job, miss. You'll be in good hands in a moment." The sexy guy says.

"Nooo" I whine. "I wanna stay in your hands.." I drag licking my lips. He looks greatly affected before the other hot guy interrupts.

"Snap out of it, Gerald. And you, shut up."

"Bit of a tough guy now, are we?"

"Oh, you have no idea." He says with that deep voice of his.

"Well, I'm a tough girl myself."

"No, you're a serial killer, you murder people for money."

"The word is bounty hunter but if you wanna put it that way, yeah" I laugh.

That's when we reach a big double door with a neatly dressed man in a suit standing in front of it. Making out from his nametag, his name is Ricardo.

"Oh hi, Ric," I say as the hot guy removes my handcuffs which were making my wrists really uncomfortable by the way.

"Its Mr. Ricardo, to you. Now, let's get straight down to business, shall we? In our School, we believe in letting our students be free and extremely comfortable, in most aspects that is. That's why you're allowed to wear whatever and do whatever as long as you strictly obey the rules." He emphasizes on the 'strictly'.

"You must attend all the behavioral classes on time and not miss a single one. We are very big on punishments here. You must attend your personal therapy session every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday. Your therapist will be assigned to you later on." He says and I roll my eyes.

"I don't need therapy," I say with a small smile.

"And why is that?"

"Because...I already got therapy. Just hand me a cigarette or two shots of tequila and boom, I'm a whole new person."

It's actually true though.

"Well, you'll be pleased to know that those aren't allowed here."

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

"Pleased? Pleased?" I raise my voice a little. "What exactly is pleasing about this entire fucked up situation I'm in?"

"If I were you, I would take pleasure in the fact that the judge decided to send you here, instead of making you rot in jail your entire life" he replies in a stern tone. "Word of advice, try to keep your emotions in check while you're here. Our form of punishment is very...different."

What do you do? Iron people's faces off?

"Umm Ric," I say taking a step toward him. "In case you don't know, I've been to a psychiatric hospital...Pain is basically my best friend" I say with a menacing smile that only he can see for a second before turning back to my normal innocent smile.

"U...Um, in that case, why don't we introduce you to your set mates?"

"My set mates as in?"

"People in the same range of grade as you."

Even though I don't understand, I choose to not ask any further questions. I'll learn everything sooner or later.

The hot security guys then open the double doors and as soon as I walk through, I spot a lot of people in an open area which seems to be a gym.

Wow, they've got gym class. My favorite.

Everyone appears to be engaged in one thing or the other and happy like they've accepted their fate here and chosen to make the most of it. The guys are either doing pushups or using dumbells, while the girls are either running on the treadmill or doing yoga.

They are all divided into separate sections, except for this one group though. They look intimidating. Well, it looks as if I've found my clique.

"Attention everyone, I need your attention!" Ric shouts until everyone stops what they're doing and turns to him, finally noticing me. Everyone studies me, the guys taking in my amazing outfit and the girls looking jealous that I might steal their boyfriends or something.

Well, I won't deny the possibility.

"This is our newest intake; Ava Collins. I would like all of you to make her feel welcome. Rhea, kindly show her around." He says as a girl I assume is Rhea, eyes me up and down, nodding her head. "Well, I'll leave you to get comfy with your peers and settle in. Before I forget" he hands me a card with my name and a code on it. "This is your identification card. You can use it to gain access to your classes, dorm and get your schedule. I'll check on you before the day ends." He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up.

I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me.

Name: AVA COLLINS

Age: 21

Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc

Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature.

Grade: A*

Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions.

Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed.

After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

"Hey, Ava right?"

"That's what the screen says, isn't it?" I snap with a smile.

"Feisty, Love that."

Before she gets the chance to speak more, another girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and an abnormal amount of lipgloss walks over to me.

"Look, I just want you to know that you're not anything special just because you have a unique grade, you might have been where you came from; but in here, I call the shots, okay? So do yourself a favor and stay out of my way."

"And if I don't?" I raise a brow.

"Well, I can make your life a living hell."

"And I can make sure you don't even have a life to begin with, which would you rather have?" I say with a cocky smile. Everyone around is watching now, erupting into 'oohs' and embracing the fight.

"Sweetie. You aren't even on my level, I mean, have you seen yourself? Your outfit is slutty and so is your weak-ass personality."

"Remember when I asked your opinion? No? Me too" I state with a large smile. "I mean, you have your entire life to be a hating bitch, it must get tiring right? Why not take today off?"

She brings her hand up to try and hit me but I immediately catch it and squeeze it tightly causing her to start whining in pain.

"Now, Now, trust me, you do not want us to go there." I lose the smile I was holding and look her dead in the eye. "You wouldn't want me to bruise that pretty little face of yours, now would you?"

"This isn't over, bitch." She then walks off.

"Great way to start my first day," I say turning back to Rhea, a small smile on my face.

"Hey, you should come hang out with my friends and me" Rhea offers.

Bingo.