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by hlwing

by hlwing

My name is Leah Willson and I go to a private school for mental rich kids. Sadly, I myself fills the description needed to go to this academy.

My mom works in the fashion industry and my father is a politician. They were always busy and started leaving me with nannies when I was three. Sometimes, depends on who I had, the nanny of that time would be mean to me, making me do all the chores in the house. Not too terrible, I know. But when I was thirteen my cousin died in a car crash, that was on Christmas day.

It seemed as if everyone I loved died. My best friend Brit committed suicide and my only grandparent died from old age. I slipped into depression. I wasn't social. My attention span in class was none existent so my grades started to slip. My parents, worried about their image, sent me to a psychologist. He declared the I have depression and that I needed treatment. Problem was that they weren't there to see over my treatment and since I'm fourteen I don't have a nanny.

So they sent me to Coastes Academy. What wonderful parents.

I swear Coastes will take anyone. We have sadists, egotistical maniacs, kids with bad grades, and schizophrenics. I sorry but *Sesame Street voice* one of these things just doesn't belong here, one of these things should go and die. Not really, my roommate Vanessa is here for bad science grades. (A/n: Vanessa is from story 2 Not So Evil)

The teachers here were okay. They just seriously annoyed me with their pityful looks and questions of 'Are you okay?' The therapists and phycologists were the ones that pissed me off. With their questions and raising my medication doses. Ugh.

"Miss Willson, will you please pay attention?" Mr. Swess broke me out of my inner thoughts.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." I said with a jump.

Mr. Swess gave me a careful glance before turning back to the Dry-Erase board. You know what, I am absolutely, positively done with these adults!

"Maybe if you actually taught something interesting I'd pay attention." I say

Alarmed, Mr. Swess turned around,"Excuse me, Miss Willson. What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"Detention Miss Willson."

"Um no can do, Mr. S."

"What do you mean 'No can do'?"

"I don't want to go to detention."

"Is this a reaction to your medication, Miss Willson."

"No Mr. Swess, in fact I'm going to stop my treatment."

"Is this your depression, Miss Willson." Mr. Swess's eyes narrowed, daring me to take the next move.

Anger flushed my face and my blood boiled, I jumped from my seat and pointed at my stupid, ignorant teacher "I hate everyone here! I wish you would all die!"

And with that Mr. Swess disappeared.