"'night Charolotte" I said flicking off the light and staring up at the darkened ceiling. My thoughts swirled and exhaustion pulled at my mind, I tried to fight it off and focus on what had just happened. See Charlotte had reminded me in no uncertain terms that this place wasn't nice. Shaw wasn't nice the other teachers were nice and Goodfellow wasn't nice.<br/><br/>What I told her was true you really couldn't trust anyone. I tapped my fingers feeling restless and tired at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever fall asleep as traumatic as the day had been, but I soon fell into a restless sleep filled with reminders of earlier that day that had me tossing and turning all night.