My sister drives me to school. She's in college and she's starting a new year like me. I get out. I look at my new school. My monster sat in the back seat. 

Why is it so trashy?

"Don't judge a book by its cover." I say to my monster. 

It did look shabby. It had old rusty bricks and a crooked roof. Let's just see if its shitty on the inside. I walk in. Oh, wow. It's nice. 

I stand corrected.

"Shh." I say.

I don't want people to think of me as crazy. I see many students walking around. A woman approached me. 

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Naru." I answer.

I'm not mean all the time. Why should I be mean now? I am not angry; she didn't do anything to me. She hands me a schedule. Oh yay, Algebra was my first period. Got to be honest, I sort of like math. Lunch is at the perfect time; 12:10 to 12:45 seems perfect. This schedule is really too perfect. 

I follow the schedule to my first class. Mr. Abrams was the teacher. Teachers can either make me happy or they will be stained to the ground.