I hardly ever go looking for trouble, but trouble always seems to have a way of finding me.
That’s how I ended up on an island in the south pacific, in a correctional facility for youths and young adults called the Coral Island Reform School. It’s a miserable existence filled with screaming drill sergeants, pointless military exercises, horrible food, and even worse company. After only three weeks I'm going crazy and I'll do just about anything to get out.
My salvation comes in the form of a d...