Dayton Academy. A nationally accredited boarding school. It's widely known for its students' academic achievements, and its many sports championships. But no place is totally clean, and Dayton certainly has some skeletons hidden in its many closets.

The biggest skeleton Dayton has is its class wars. Whether it's the classic seniors versus juniors or freshman versus sophomores, or any other combination, Dayton has it. Alliances are made during lunch by the leaders of the grades, but they never stay the same for long. All it takes is one wrong move and they’re at each others’ throats again. The teachers only have a vague idea of what's going on, and they've chosen to look the other way. It's been going on since the school was founded, so why should anything change now? But this year, things are different. Students are taking the wars too far, and people are starting to get hurt. Scrapes, bruises, and other small incidents were always common, but now the injuries are escalating into broken bones, concussions, lacerations, and much more. Sooner or later, there’s going to be an accident, and when it happens, it’s not going to be pretty.

Of course, the cliques make everything even more difficult. Some of them care more than others, and, of course, fights ensue from that too. The ones who are causing the most trouble look down on those who don’t participate, and the grades are pulling themselves apart with internal conflicts. Some of the cliques are starting to think about forming alliances with all the kids of their clique so they can go to war against the other cliques. But nobody can seem to agree on what to do, always thinking that their way is the best, and only way, to do anything.

What role will you play? Will you be a part of the group that ends up killing someone, or will you be fighting for peace so you can live normally? Choose your side and arm up, because Dayton’s getting dangerous.

Welcome to another year at Ivy Univeristy*!

Are we all ready for year packed with drama? Or are we going to take it down a notch this year? I surely hope now. I'd bet out of a profession if that ever happened. And I know that would certainly upset my beloved fans. We can't do that now can we?

Now, I'm aware that everyone was expecting the usual letter from our lovely Headmistress. But let's just say that I've taken over. In this aspect at least. Of course, as most people do know, Ivy University is where we're all sent to to prepare of for the big Ivy League colleges. And suppositively, we're filled with preps and the rich. Please. We have the low-lifes as well. If you don't know who I'm talking about just check out a few of the rockers and skaters. But, in reality, we're just as diverse as any of the local public schools. We party just as hard, if not harder, and we are filled with the same every day problems. Except for a few lesser details I'm not going to bother to mention.

Now children, this may or may not be my final year here. And I am dying for one of the best years ever. May my wish be granted? I hope so. So please, give me something to work with.

Until next time.
xo

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