"I'll not have a gay son, you are being sent to McArthur's Correctional Institute (M.C.I.). You'll not be coming home until you are fixed!" My dad spat.
Waking up drenched in sweat I sigh. 'It's been three years since they sent me here.' I think to myself.
I guess I should start by introducing myself. My name is Viktor, Viktor Preston, I'm sixteen years young and I like boys. My parents didn't agree with my lifestyle and sent me to this hell hole. I'm 5'11. Weigh around 165 pounds. I have short black hair (which I refuse to style) and emerald green eyes. My best friend says I'm cute but I degress. She was sent her two months before I was when her parents learned she was cutting herself. Listen to me babbling about her without even introducing her name. Her name is Zoey Freeman. She's an inch shorter than me at 5'10. Still tall for a teenage girl though. She has strawberry blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Enough about her and myself.
Today we have new transfer's coming. This "institute" takes anyone who's parents send them here for various reasons where society doesn't deem them as normal. It's 4:15 A.M. according to my alarm clock on my nightstand. Sighing I close my eyes to drift off to sleep. 'Please let today be a good day.' I think as I loose consciousness.
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M.C.I (McArthur's Correctional Institute)
RomanceJoin the adventures of four teenagers with different outlooks of life coming together or rather meeting and becoming a group of "misfits" and life friends. All of which takes place at the "lovely" Institute. Will they conform? Or will they rebel? Re...
