This is what I know: My name is Angel. My age is fourteen (I think). I have an X-shaped scar on my face, always have. My hair color is blond, and my eyes are blue. I have migraines, and they give me nightmares. These are the facts, pure and simple. But nothing is simple in Angel’s life when a student ends up dead. Now, more than ever, it is crucial for her to blend in. But when her every move is being watched and tested; will Angel make it through her training alive?
