Danielle Bennett

It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life. They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it. Well, I was really good, until she came along. A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides. They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced. But here, I am king. Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl.

Chryseum Reformatory Academy aka the Asylum. This is where the rich send their screwed-up sons and daughters, delivering them to a prison in the Catskills of New York. The Asylum doesn’t cure. It camouflages, protecting old money from apples rotting on the family tree. They call me a psychopath, a lunatic, unhinged. But here, I am god. Now, say your prayers at the door, pet, because this is my senior year, my school, my world.