Title: Violently Happy Email: SunRise252@hotmail.com The words inbetween these "* *" Is a song written by Bjork. Chapter 1 Weschminsters School for Troubled Boys "*Darling stop confusing me with your wishful thinking hopeful embraces*" Maxwell Evans pulled his coat tightly around him as he was driven toward Weschminsters school for Troubled Boys. The flat faced grey building looked even more foreboding with the Vermont snow falling. It had large sweeping lawns covered with pines and other trees he couldn't name. There was also a lake in the far right corner that he could only assume was frozen over. "*Don't you understand? i have to go through this*" "I don't even know why the hell I'm here" he said to the annoyed driver" all I did was set a small fire." Actually it had been a big fire that destroyed his parents 3.5 million 17 room mansion. I was either here or jail, he chose here. *I belong to here where "no-one cares and no-one loves*" He stilled himself as the car glided toward the curb as two huge orderlies stood on the corner awaiting his arrival. No doubt to keep him from putting any brillant escape plan into action. He stepped out slowly and deliberately took a deep breath of the cold air that made him feel as he were swallowing stakes. It smelled faintly of some long dead pine tree. "*No light no air to live in a place called hate the city of fear*" "Beautiful day, eh boys?" They didn't respond but grabbed him by the arms and dragged him into what would be his home for the next 5 years. "*I play dead it stops the hurting*" -------------------------- The halls of the school were tiled in a pale sickly yellow and they reeked of somthing that made you slightly nauseous. Micheal Guerin was disturbed from the show he was watching with some of the other guys by loud noises. He went to the window and watched as a guy with dark hair dressed in all black was being dragged down the hallway screaming a litany of curses against the guards and their families. "*I play dead and the hurting stops*" He actually hit one of them and was immediately rendered unconcious by another. It was obvious the new guy was gonna learn the rules of this place the hard way. "*It's sometimes just like sleeping curling up inside my private tortures*" Micheal watched as they picked him up and he disappeared from his sight around the corner. So *that*was his new roommate. "*I nestle into pain hug suffering caress every ache*" He moved from the window and went to sit back in front of the TV. Maybe this was the guy that would finally help him realize his lifelong dream. "*I play dead*" Breaking out of Weschminsters School for Boys "*It stops the hurting*"