Don’t know why my parents chose this place but here I am.


So far, this is what I know:

The Ranksome Academy is on the island of St. Snivens and believe me, there’s no escape from here.  The shores are craggy and dangerous, the boat we came on was super high tech but it was still really scary getting here.  So much fog, it’s like living in a cloud.  I have no idea where this island is, and the only answer anyone seems interested in giving is “we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

Apparently the school was founded in 1873. Before that it was the site of an insane asylum that was shut down in 1861 due to a typhoid outbreak. And, before that it was a monastery which the community abandoned after a freak tsunami occurred. My roommate, Simon, who’s pretty cool, says there is a local legend that the old monks were able to see into the future. He also told me that this place has earthquakes all the time, and when they happen, ghosts appear.  I don’t know if I believe that.

This place is really unusual, to put it mildly.  When we first got here, we had to go sign papers in the office of the Acting Headmaster, who also happens to be the school doctor.  You should see the machines in his infirmary!  You’ve never seen anything like it.  And here’s the weirdest thing:  I had a huge déjà vu when this doctor headmaster guy smiled.  Like I know him but I just can’t remember how.  It must have something to do with Mom and Dad, but I don’t know what.


Signing off.