I've spent 16 years wondering, waiting, searching for myself. Who'd guess that everything I thought about myself and other people was about to take a drastic turn for: interesting? The moment the letter from Pandora came; about me attending her school for magic creatures, I knew it would be trouble. The last thing I wanted to do. So how come I find myself being forced upon that stupid bus to her school, and how come the people on it have to be so dangerous? Can a teenage Necromancer with little people skills survive at a school where the students would kill her without the slightest thought? No matter the answer, I was about to be pushed headlong into the constant day to day problem.