I had my first kiss with a completely hot stranger on my first day of school. While it had been without my consent, it was impossible to forget the soft warmness of his lips and the taste of chocolate that continued to assault my senses.
This all happened barely two hours after I entered the gate of St. Pete's boys' college.
'The best institution to transform delinquents into respectable men of society.'
That was one of the various comments I'd read on the school's website. It was a nice way of saying it was a place where parents could dump children that they didn't want. Which was the reason I was here. I couldn't blame my parents, no one could possibly love a child who was a murderer.
All I'd gotten was an admission letter, plane tickets, and a pat on my back. They wouldn't even look me in the eyes because I looked too much like him—the precious one they had lost.
So I got on the plane and didn't look back once, because I knew I'll never be a good enough replacement for them.
