Dianne Anst is me . A teacher at You Rock High. It's a school for troubled Teens. One of my students, Nico Di Angelo worries me quite a lot. He rarely talks. Only wears black. Has lots of Scars. He's extremely thin for a Fourteen year old. He weighs more like an eight year old. He has no friends and ditches school a lot . He looks at a picture of a girl every five minutes.
Today we have fun day which is on Mondays , Wednesday's, and Fridays. Tuesday and Thursday's are class day. But during class we sit on recliners and listen to classical music and eat candy. But Nico sits in a regular chair, wears earplugs and never touches his candy. On fun days we relax and talk about why we're at this school.
Nico was in the corner, looking at his photo. Nico never participated. I'm a teacher and I can make him."Nico, dear, why are you at You Rock?" I asked in my nicest voice. Nico looked up and put his photo away. "Nico, if you don't answer , I'll have to call your mom." I said, sternly. "Shut up." Nico said , glaring at me. As a troubled teen teacher , I was used to this. "Nico , apologize and answer or I'll call your mom." I stated. "Stop it . Stop saying you'll call my mom. " he screamed, almost crying. "Then answer the question, honey.or you know I'll have to call your mother." I said. "Fine. Call my mom. But I don't know how. When did cellphones start calling the dead?" Nico shouted, in tears.my eyes widened at the fact that Nico's mother was dead. "Then your father." I said. "My dad lives in Hollywood. We live in New York . My Father doesn't care about me. " Nico said, looking angry. Now I understood why he was here. He lived with no parents. "Who, who do you live with then?" I asked, trying to comfort him. I shooed the other kids so Nico wouldn't feel uncomfortable. "I live at my own apartment or at my summer camp. " he said. "All by yourself? How do you afford it?" I asked, truly confused. "Dad . He pays for it. He pays for school and food.why, why am I telling you this. Go away." Nico stood up and went to his seat . He took out the picture and let a tear drop out. The girl in the picture smiled . Her black eyes looked exactly like Nico's . She had freckles like Nico. Silky black hair- wait a minute , this girl was the girl version of Nico .
"Whose that?" I asked
"Nobody." He said.
I gave up and started a game with Sarah,Kate,And Coraline. The girls of the class. John,Aiden and Cole were trying to get Nico to play tackle time but Nico wouldn't budge. After an hour of free time , the speaker went up. It was time for parent career day. I herded the teens into a line and we walked to the autitorium. Sarah's mother , Sonya went up. She was a lawyer. Many students parents went up. Then a creepy man with silky black hair stood up. Nicks eyes widened and he actually cheered up. The man introduced himself as Hades Di Angelo, a government worker who dealt in keeping track of who died in America. Creepy. He also owned DA recording studios in Hollywood. Then he said "JK. I'm the god hades of the dead. The mist is gone and Nico is my son. Bye. Nico, come back to LA with me, Your stepmother promises not to turn you into flower." Nico looked up and walked over to his dad . They ran straight into the wall and disappeared. Weird.
