Something in the air...
Saint Lucif's reform school- a place where 'bad' kids go. That's what everybody believed. That's what you would do, if you went for the conventional meanings of the word 'bad'.
Me, I have different beliefs from you. That's why I did what I did. The only reason I regret what I did is because I wound up in here.
Once I got here and realized I was going to be here for quite some time, I decided it was time to start building a rep. Time to let the 'sinful children' know who Paul was. Now, almost everyone in this school knows me. Some shrink in fear when they hear my name, some may call me a leader. Some may call me a bully, but that's not true. I just have my own...way of going about things.
I have no conception of what is good and what is bad. You might say that I was brought up wrong. I mean, sure, my parents were pretty messed up. But I'd like to think I would be the same even if I'd grown up in a huge mansion with parents who loved me dearly.
I simply like to believe that 'good' is what makes you feel good and 'bad' is what makes you feel bad. Everything else is simply a bunch of useless ideals passed down from generation to generation.
I moved around the school grounds, the crowd spreading as I walked by. I felt a bit like a celebrity here, without the annoying paparazzi.
But I still wasn't happy being here.
Something in the air...that made me feel that this place was not good for me. That I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. No matter what it took.