Sydney Robinson

Hunter

Sydney Robinson

This is what I know:


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?