It wasn't hard to know I wasn't going to be in the 'Gryffindor of Carmel College', not even Ravenclaw, but I wasn't worried.
Ever since I was made to redo 9th Grade, I kind of just stopped caring about my grades. A 'B' was a miracle now-a-days, heck, a C was a gift blessed upon me by The Lord himself. I didn't have ADHD or something like that, nor was I a jock who struggled to keep her grades up as not to be booted from whatever team.
I just honestly didn't care.
So, after high school I applied to a load of colleges, got rejected in all of them, wracked my brains trying to think of any other places to go to that weren't community colleges, and finally got into Carmel. The school for people who really need a last resort.
After a lot of tears and a send-off to be envied, I got shipped off the the farthest corner of America to get a "proper" education and study to be an author. I'll probably just end up waitressing and struggling to pay the bills.
But oh well, I was ready to full enjoy my experience and get the most out of my stay.
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Gone
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Ellis Norway gets sent to the farthest corner of north America to attend Carmel College and 'totally ace all of her classes' (not), she doesn't expect anything out of the ordinary. But when her room mate disappears and no one notices, she start...
