On your thirteenth birthday you develped powers. You tryed to keep them hidden, but eventually you couldn't. You were framed to be a mentaly sick kid and was shipped of to Glade's Academy for Troubled Kids. They keep an eye on you. The most boring classes ever are tought there. The teachers act dead. One of your classes is on how to repress your personality. No one is aloud to talk, ever. Uniformity is the thing they strive for, they try to make everyone look the same, they even dye everyone's hair and they are working to pay people to preform surgury on there stundets to make them identical. They make sure the clothes they pick make it unable to tell your gender. You have even lost your name, you're just a number to everyone. The only good thing about this school is that you graduate when you turn 18, but you have to consell your orignal identity.
We have to excape.
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