You were known as an trouble maker for your family, the Proulx's.

Due to your problems, your parents had enough of you, they wanted you to smarten up, so they thought of an boarding school. No more fame at your school, now you're stuck at this school until they deemed you as an saint. You hate this.

Rumors about you, and you also heard rumors about everyone as well in the boarding school. You got roommates, you hate this school. You couldn't even have your own room. You made three good friends.

Which is enough for you, for a while. It sucks how everything tries to seem better than everyone else.