Welcome future model citizen... We hope you enjoy your stay at Wicked Reform School. To facilitate this, we have a few rules: 1) Never disobey your instructors or staff 2) Be at the appointed place at the appointed time 3) Fights will not be tolerated (unless sanctioned by staff) If follow these, you’ll be fine. If not, well… They didn’t have to say anymore. Everyone knew the ending to the sentence. Reform or die…it was our only choice. And don't think you can run now either, your "escorts" are just outside waiting for you. I never intended to step foot onto Wicked Reform School’s campus. More specifically, I don’t believe I belong there. As the black sheep of a prominent necromancer family, I refused to follow in my parents’ footsteps. I’d rather lead a normal, boring, human life free of expectation. However, my daily tormentors Jaxson Grey, Wyatt Jacobson, and Liam James, are out to prove I’m the baddest b*tch on the block, even though I can’t raise the dead to save my life. Their antics might get me killed or worse, sent to solitary—which is a definite no-no for someone like me. What happens if I don’t get my shit together soon? I’ll be the next contestant on the Zombie gauntlet, where getting bit means instant death and surviving means extending my sentence for an additional two years. My name is Saffron Burrows. I’m a third generation Necromancer, and this school is going to regret locking me up.