School. Ug. Why does the state require you to go to it? I have no idea. I already know everything im gonna need for my future.
Speaking of the future, today is career day. The day that you look at different careers, and tell your teacher what you wanna do when you get old.
Too bad i cant tell anyone. They would think i was crazy! How i miss my old life.
"Jenifer, what are you doing sitting in the corner? You should be checking out a career!" My homeroom teacher, Ms. Lilly, stated.
"I already know what i wanna do." I stated, in a bored tone. I was reading the book that Maka gave me last year. It had been a year since i had been in Death City, and i had read it a million times.
"Oh? And what would that be?" Ms. Lilly asked, sitting down in a seat next to me. I sighed. She's always trying to reach out to me. They call me the troubled child. Ever since i disappeared, people have been trying so hard.
"Im gonna be the best Meister, and eventually become a Death Scythe." I explained. It was every weapons dream to become a Death Scythe, and every Meisters dream to be the best. I kinda already was.
"A... Death Scythe?" Ms. Lilly looked at me with concern. I nodded, before going back to my book.
"Would you like to tell me what that is?" She asked, getting nervous. I sighed.
"A Death Scythe is like a police officer, but the best in the business. As in the most lethal thing you will ever come across. They work for the government." I explained, before going back to my book.
Ms. Lilly's face seemed to brighten. "The government! Well, thats a very honest line of work! I hope you get to follow your dream career."
Ms. Lilly smiled, before turning to go back to talking with other students.
I shook my head. Earth plane people were so easy to fool. They would believe anything, so long as it was normal.
"Jenifer, what are you reading?" A girl across from me asked. "A book." I replyed, not looking up.
"Is it any good?" She asked. I nodded. The girl sighed before leaving to talk to some of her friends.
It seemed everyone tried. I guess i was pretty, i had grown a few inches, but i was still pretty short. My hair had grown so that it was below my ears, and i kept it that way.
When were they going to call me back home? Death city was my real home, not this place.
