Hunter

My name is Angel.

My age is fourteen (I think).

I have an X–shaped scar on my face, always have.

My hair color is blond, and my eyes are blue.

I have migraines, and they give me nightmares.

These are the facts, pure and simple. But nothing is simple in Angel's life when a student ends up dead. Now, more than ever, it is crucial for her to blend in. But when her every move is being watched and tested; will Angel make it through her training alive?

-- Sydney Robinson