Introduction: The Sweet Cries
The feeling of warmth; the shock of light. My lungs fill with air as screaming comes out; sweet cries for life. Lay me down on silk with an amazing melody that keeps me save, an angels voice speaks and mother comes to mind; I felt at one. People say they don't remember the first day of life, nobody does but me. I remember the beat of my mother's heart, the silk skin, the safety of love. I remember the first words my mother spoke "I love you my little Persephone" my name. My mother when I told her what I remembered she said "no, I was screaming for you to get out. You cried so loud but when I got you in my arms; I felt at one." She only laughs and calls me sweet when I tell her, she is my angel but I don't think she will ever know; when a baby comes out their angel is always there even if it's just for a few seconds. I love that I can remember that day. I'm 15 now and going to a new school, dad died in war and mommy is always on the go. I'm alone at home almost all the time but it's okay as long as I get to read my books.


"Persephone, I'm off. Dinner is in the fridge." Mother walked to the door about to leave.

"Wait! Don't forget, I have to unroll in school tomorrow mom." Persephone watched her leave, calling back to me as the door shut behind her. "I won't."

"She will." She sighed knowing her way to good.
She sit down, turned on the TV as she would feel so alone, grabbed her favorite book "sins" and began to read. The news at ten was on, and she picked back up in my book about the girl jumping off the brig to stop the voices in her head. She was about to get to the best part when she fell asleep. Now her dreams don't get weird but this one felt weird.


A sweet baby girl lay in her bed, like a porcelain doll; beautiful and small. Cries for help but never answered and her breath was taken for her. The cries were no more; her skin turned cold. Hand touches the lifeless baby's face trying to keep the soul. A soft voice spoke "poor short lived human. Sorry but I guess even babies have to die at a young age. I just hope the parents can handle it." Taking her up in his arms; he tried to take her to a better place.


Persephone woke up and turn over to see the time 11:13pm "Fuck" she got up. Her hair a mess, whipping her mouth she looked for her mother. "She didn't come home again." She sighed in disappointment. Persephone walked to the bathroom took a show, brushed her teeth; walked out. When to her room put on a long sleeved grey shirt with black and red chest broad skinny jeans; nice pair of knee high converts and let her long black as night hair that touched her thighs down. She walked back to the living room grabbed her papers and picked up her book from the floor; all she could think is how weird that dream was and how real it felt. She locked to door as she left the house and made her way to the school in the snow.


Persephone walk into the main office "hello I'm here to unroll to this school. I have my papers?"

One of the women in the office stopped and helped her out."I'm sorry honey child but how old are you?"

Persephone acted like nothing was wrong with a child coming to unroll them self in school without a parent "I'm 15 year old. Is there something wrong?"

The woman turned to the others in the office then to back to her "okay honey let me see your papers and we'll get you set up."

Persephone followed the women into a different room to start the enrollment; after her schedule was made they came back to the main office. The woman walked up to this boy in the office "show her around Zozo."

He turned to her and smirked "Fresh meet."

"Now, you be nice to her baby!" The woman said, laughing at him and lightly patting his back.

"Yes ma'am" he replied

This boy didn't look like anybody that she would trust. He had light black hair snake bites and a tongue piercing you could see when his speaks to someone. He was wear his school uniform with the tie untied and hanging down; his eyes would make you want to run but at the same time want to stay to stare at them for hours. They were deep blue with a black ring around them. When he spoke was like you where nothing at all to him and he would never care about you; like his was high then you. This made her uneasy but she didn't care; she just wanted to see the school and what it looked like. It was a little weird she felt like they were connected not like 'I want you' way but in a sibling way so she thought.

"So what's you name again?" Persephone asked in a low down sweet voice.

"If you where listening earlier little bitch you would have heard it; but I guess since you can't listen I'll tell you again. It's Zeus but you can call me Zozo." Zozo relied in a voice like he would never do anything wrong.

"I was just asking a question. You had no reason to call me a bitch. Who the hell do you think you are?" Persephone was a little pissed off.

"Wow, you really don't listen do you? Like I said little bitch, I'm Zozo. Get over it; it's not like I'm hitting you or trying you do anything to you. You're like a 3 in my book." Zozo laughed in a playful voice.

Persephone stopped walking by him and turned around. Zozo stopped and look back at her. "Where are you going little bitch?"

"You're not worth it. I'll find everything on my own." Persephone kept walking.

Zozo started to laugh even harder "I sure hope you can; Hey wait little bitch. What's your name?"

Like a smart ass she relied "You're a little hard of hearing if you don't remember, don't worry about it."

Zozo laugher turned in a smirk "you never told me it little bitch."

She turned to corner "I know that's the point."


Persephone hoping to get away from Zozo, she walked past a boy that caught her eye. She turned around feeling the same feeling she felt with Zozo. The boy stopped and turned to her, his hair was short red; like the color red. He had his school uniform on that was red with a white button up; he had a black scarf around his neck.

He smiled at her, "You should go fall down the stairs." He turned back around and just kept walking.

Persephone ran to the girl's bathroom, "Is everyone at this school rude?"

"Not everyone" a girl came out of one of the stales whipping her mouth off as another girl came running out of the same stale. She didn't take a good look at the girl that ran out of the bathroom but the girl in front of her smirked at her putting her finger up to her own lips like she was telling Persephone to be quite. "It's okay beautiful, tell me about everything." She said walking over to wash her stood there for a minute not talking but felt okay around her; its girl had long hair that touched the middle of her back that was light brown. She had a school girl uniform on that was red, white, and black. "I'm sorry beautiful, I forgot to let you know. My name is Rhea and what's your?"

Persephone could tell she was nice "I'm Persephone and I was trying to get away from this guy named Zozo and this guy in the hallway told me to fall down the stairs-"

Rhea giggled a little. "Oh Zozo he's harmless, talks a big talk but trust me he's sweet once you get to know him."

"Oh okay" Persephone said in a no fuck way I'm talking to him again."The other boy is…I think Ares. He's like that with everyone." She said heading to the door "don't worry okay this place is really a great place just give it sometime."

Persephone smile to Rhea's words.

"That's a girl. I hate to see beautiful girls sad over little things like that." Rhea said leaving like she had somewhere to be.

Persephone stayed in the bathroom for a little bit then she walked out of the bathroom to see Zozo looking for someone. Persephone creped to the stairs and when down.


Persephone found the last two hour classes of the day and started to walk down the stairs. Her last hour being on the fourth floor; She had to walk down eight stair cases with ten stairs in each case. She got to the second floor when she heard "Little bitch!" being yelled at her.
Persephone looked back to see him coming down the stairs to her and she walked down even faster; pushing past people. She tripped and fell into someone's arms. Persephone shut her eyes tightly from falling then she hearing a boy's voice sweet and loving with a little hate coming from the person's arms she was in."Why do you have to be a little shit Zozo."

"Well if it isn't my favorite little boy toy Lo~" Zozo said in a hateful, flirty voice.

"I'm sorry miss, were you trying to get away from him?" The kind boy asked

Persephone answered "yes, I'm sorry-"

"Hey little bitch! Why don't you get out of here?" Zozo said with jealousy in his voice.

"Hey, why don't you show a little respect to this lady? I haven't seen her around here so I'm guessing she's new; be kind." The boy said as she took a good look at him. He had long white hair with two black streaks in it one in his bangs and one in the back that was up in a pony tail. He had on his school boy uniform; Zozo didn't have a red coat on but he did. "I'm Lo by the way miss."

"Oh I'm P-"

"Why waste your time with her?" Zozo cut her off asking rudely.

"Better then wasting my time with you, now you where saying miss?" Lo replied quickly.

"Oh yes. Uhm I'm Persephone." She answered a little scared Zozo was going to beat the shit out of her.

"Why don't I walk you to the front doors of the school, Persephone?" Lo asked in fear of the same thing.
Zozo just stayed there watching them leave.


Lo walked Persephone all the way out the doors and said they're goodbyes. Persephone walked home with her papers in hand thinking about everything that has happened to her. All the people she met today felt as if they were her siblings or maybe that was the best way to describe the feeling of them.
It was all too weird and she just wanted to get home to get some sleep. She was happy she survived her first day at the new school; she just hoped to survive the rest of the school year. 'What is up with those kids?' she thought to herself; she knew she had to get to the bottom of it for some reason she had to think what was it about them that made her feel so whole but so scared. It wasn't like she liked any of them but something was up with this school and those people. Something just way beyond her understanding and she wanted to understand them for some reason.