1 Welcome back to school

Rain patterd against the windows of a moving limousine. The long black vehicle moving smoothly through the slick of the roads. It's destination was a large castle like structure that was now only 5 blocks away.

Saint Margret's school for the gifted it was called. And what a school it is. It's history dating back to the years of the American Revolution and the draft of the declaration of independence.

It's said the the very ghosts of Thomas Jefferson and George Washington roam the halls. This is a school that's groomed scholars and athletes. Doctors and lawyers. Only the rich and famous were to attend they say.

A large black fence surrounding the 23 acre campus. With dorm rooms big as apartments and pools big as baseball fields. Spas align the common areas along with game rooms. It truly is a rich man's paradise. A small pet shop sat near the cafeteria.

With supplies if a student wished to have their pets on campus. Towards the back of the school, 19 stables built for pure bred horses sat against the walls. A racing field 7 miles long and a spa too built for the horses.

Saint Margret's school for the gifted was everything a privileged student wanted and more. The quaint community it sat in was nothing to snort at.

As the black limo parked in the extravagant lot a boy, 17 years of age stepped out with a disgusted look on his face. Spring break had just ended. Which meant no more dreadful family bonding to him.

The very thought of spending time with his family made his stomach churn. He grabbed his gym bag from the back seat and straightened out his formal uniform. Some would have thought he was going to an elaborate event than school.

He pushed back his dark brown locks and slammed the door before stepping onto campus property. His blue eyes darted around the scenery and walked forward. Passing the gates before they shut behind him.

The boy then continued to walk before stopping in front of 4 other boys with the same uniform. He smirked at them as they all had a gleeful look about them now that he was there. He was their leader after all. The one who called the shots.

His name was Camden Howard.