What the heck 'is' this place?

Isabella sighed. What was the point of going ro this "Academy"? She was probably going to be kicked out by the most, a week. Her record was one class period. She shook the memory away, smirking. "We're here!" Her dad said cheerily. They had arrived at a HUGE campus, with a traing area, a basketball court, a soccer field, a tennis court, some dorms, and a really big school building. Her dad interrupted her thoughts-"Isabella, honey, be good, ya hear?" To which she replied, grabbing her suitcase and walking towards the entrance of the buildings, "When have I EVER been good?"