New School, New Hell

New Target

You might know me, You might have witnessed my work or I am with you right know. I am Depression. I narrator of this story. I love the power I have. It is some times so strong that I can kill, not that I like that because then my job is over, and passes over to my best friend, Death, to carry them away to Heaven or Hell. I hate happy people, but I do love people that are in so much pain that they hide it under a smile. Well, enough about me lets get to the real concept. Her.

Her name is Julie Sanders and recently changed schools. Not knowing that that decision would have her literally running into my arms at midnight. Hahaha. My humor can get to out of hand. Anyway. Julie loved her old school, she also had many friends. But this new school was a bit different. People didn't treat new comers like people, more like, apes. Then Julie the Ape, I already know isn't going to do to good at this school.        (It switches into first person now, through out the story it will switch often. But I will alert you when that happens.(Third person is when Depression is talking.)

I enter the building, totally confused, also confronted by an eight grader. Great start. He clearly thinks I am an incoming 6th grader. I ask him where the 7th graders go and he gave me a very weird look. This is what he said, "Shouldn't you know where to go if your in 7th grade?" I mean come one show a little respect. I walked past him cause he didn't look like he wanted to help me. And that left me all alone, in this school, not knowing where anything is. I eventually find the staircase that leads directly to the cafeteria. And there it was a sign over a table saying "Incoming 7th Graders". There was only a few people sitting at this one table while all the rest were for 6th graders. You wouldn't know how lost I was when It was time for Second period. (My school uses even and odd days which means that periods 2,4,6,8 are on one day and classes 1,3,5,7 are on the next and it switches each day. That gives me two days to do my homework.) I had to use a school map and every one gave me a weird look as if I didn't belong there. And of course they got my schedule wrong, I was suppose to go to math 7 Im but they put me in just regular math 7. I had to sit for one hour and 15 minutes in a class with average intelligence.

I was so happy that the school day was over. Finally I get to relax. (Third person)

But I never get to take a nice relaxing nap, I always have work to do. Hey reader guess what my real job is. Its soda Pressing, get it so depressing. Hahahaha, I am the best.

Hope you enjoyed that part of the story, this is my first story so don't judge.