My whole life has been characterized by fighting. Fighting my family. And fighting for my life. Trust me-the first one is completely voluntary, and a lot of fun. The second? Not so much. To say my family dynamic is weird is the understatement of the century. I held my first sword when I was only five years old, and I learned how to dispose of a body before I turned ten. I may have a penchant for pink and sparkles...but that doesn't mean I don't know how to kick major ass as well. As if my life isn't complicated enough, my body is being ravaged by a chronic, mystery illness. Seizures? Check. Passing out? Check. Agonizing pain? Check. A host of other unexplainable ailments? Double check. After a change in my parents' job takes us across the country, I find myself doing something I've never done before-attend an actual high school, despite my sickness. But this school? Well...it's a little weird... I'm always turned around, and there's something happening I just can't put my finger on. And don't even get me ...