It was not my fault the guy had threatened my life. It was not my fault the barrel of a gun was pointing at me. It was not my fault that my mum was a drug addict. And ot wasnt my fault for murdering a man. But the world is just a misunderstanding. No one listens to a teenage girl who has been proven guilty of murder. That's why I'm sitting in a bus, staring out the window as I head to a school. A school for delinquents. For rebels. For outcasts. For me. I dont want to be here. But people here need me.