[ WP ] You 're at the College of Criminal Cunning and Thievery . It 's your first day .

Day 1 
 
 I step out of the cab and plant my feet firmly on the pavement. Shielding my eyes from the glaring sun, I look up at the building in front of me. I felt my jaw drop a little as I took in the rustic brickwork on the towers. It was a good choice in location, that's for sure. Picking up my suitcase I started up the path leading to the front doors, looking around me at the other students unpacking the plethora of vehicles filling the drive. Seeing this last year, I never would have guessed what we were all here to learn. 
 
 Everyone around me looked like your typical run of the mill college students. There were a couple of guys tossing a Frisbee back and forth on the lawn, and a small group of girls standing huddled just off the path. I think I heard them talking about their classes as I passed. Not having looked at my schedule yet, I could only imagine what a school dedicated to criminals would teach. 
 
 As I reached the front steps, some hippie kid released a lungful of stale smoke into my face. Freezing in place I turned to glare at him. Narrowing my focus, I watched as his complexion paled under the icy stare gave him. I quickly scanned him, taking mental notes. His shoes, a pair of scuffed converse, more duct tape than shoe by the looks of it. His jeans, too loose on his frail frame with silver chains blinking up at me from as they hung from strategic hoops down his legs. A basic black sweater, and back up to the now ghostly face. Oily skin, with zits cropping up across his forehead. His hair a greasy clump, tangling as it fell into his brown eyes. This boy was nobody, completely unimportant. I lift my lips into a sneer and hiss at him. He takes a step back, his eyes widening in what I hoped was fear. 
 
 I turn back towards the doors and trot up the rest of the steps, disappearing into the cluster of people inside. All around me students are looking for their dorms and where their classes will be. I don ’ t though. Instead I walk up the staircase just inside the doors and lean on the railing looking down into the crowd. *Yes* I think to myself. I think I ’ m going to like it here. A huge grin appears on my face as I think back to the rusted sign out front, and the school I ’ ve finally become a student of. *Danvers State Insane Asylum, I hope you ’ re ready for me*. 
 
 
 EDIT 1: I know Danvers has been demolished, just pretend it has n't. 
 
 EDIT 2: If people actually enjoy this, I will continue.
