And Raevyn is being framed.
Her second semester at Benjamin Wallace Fitzgerald University, the nation's first Ivy League institution for African Americans, is full of twists and turns.
Soon Raevyn will learn not to trust anyone, not even the people she calls friend.
She crossed the room and sat on the bed. She wiped the blood off her fingers on the dusty sheets.
"You know," she said in a chilling voice. It was totally different from how she usually sounded.
"I spent so many summers here." I tried to concentrate on breathing, my mind was moving in a million different directions. She fell back on the bed and the dust from the aged linen swirled around the both of us, stinging my eyes. She peeled back the rest of the wallpaper with a smile in her voice when she said, "This was my room, you know. But I guess you figured that out."
She sat up quickly and cocked her head, looking down at me pitifully. Who was she? Those eyes-I knew those eyes. They felt like home, but now they were cold, almost like they belonged to someone else. She poked her bottom lip out. "You know I can't let you walk out of here, Raevyn."
Book One:
But when she is dropped in the midst of the Black Ivy League--against her will--she has to pretend that everything is normal, as if she belongs.
When her new friends start to question her sketchy past and her shaky legacy at Benjamin Wallace Fitzgerald University, Raevyn realizes she will have to rely on her street smarts more than ever before.
Raevyn starts to receive cryptic text messages and emails from an anonymous sender and she soon discovers that not only does someone want her to leave B.W.Fitz--someone also wants to end her life.
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