Teens struggle to find their bearings in both their fantasy lives and their real ones.
"He sits behind his screen, which he’s ordered us never to touch. We never do, not even when he's at detention. He shuffles some papershis maps and grids. Dice click in his stubby hand. Behind him, on the wall, hang Dr. Varelli's diplomas. The diplomas say that he’s a child psychiatrist, but he never brings patients here, and I’m not sure he ever leaves the house."