So I saw that a few of you liked my story who have read it, so I have decided to put up another chapter. Don't hesitate to give flames. This is my first fanfiction so anything is helpful.

I don't own MR JP does. And with that said on with the story as it unfolds before you.

I walked into my English class 15 minutes late. Oh well, and cue the annoyed teacher in 5,4,3,2,1.

" Max how nice of you to join us," said my wonderful teacher Mr. Roger.( please catch my sarcasm)

" Well I thought you would want to see this morning,so I wasn't going to put you through the agony of not seeing my beautiful face."

" I don't want to hear it this morning Max."

" What a shame," I said while looking at him with fake pity, " I was looking forward to talking to you."

Mr. Roger gave me a look that said "please sit down". I gave him a smile and made it obvious that I was dragging my feet and slammed by bag on the ground. I gave Mr. Roger a wave of my hand that said "go ahead continue. He blinked a few times which made me smirk. Haha you would think all the teachers were used to me by now. Guess not.

English is actually one of my better subjects, it gives me a place to vent. We are working on poems for this month and each day Mr. Roger is going to give us something to write about. To most people I'm the person who looks like she has nothing to fear. I am way different than what those people think I am. The reason I like to write is because it's the only way I can talk without anyone knowing that is really the way I feel.

"Today I want you guys to write about the word nothing." The teachers' voice brought me out of my thoughts. " You have ten minutes write what ever comes to your mind when you think of nothing."

Nothing. What can I write? Something so simple has to have a meaning. I have it! Well that took me all of two minutes. I looked around to see some kids in the class staring blankly at their paper then looked back at mine. I read over it again.

Nothing

I am nothing but a rock in a pile of ash.

Out of place and easily forgotten.

I feel the nothingness of life.

I am nothing to remember and nothing to notice.

I disappear and just let go.

Ordinary in every way.

Special is a goal I can never achieve.

Nothing is as comforting as a haunted cemetery at night.

You are never watched by the living.

Only the ones that were something and now nothing.

Sounds good to me. If you are wondering what this is about then stop. I will not tell you.

" Would someone like to share theirs?" Mr. Roger always asks this question even when he knows we aren't going to stand up in front of the room and read our poem. " No one well how about the new kid Nick will you read us yours?" It was more of a statement than a question.

I looked around to the back of the room to see a kid with long black hair with bangs died red look up. So he must be Nick not bad. His hair was kind of choppy like he had cut it himself in the mirror. I had to say the look wasn't too bad on him. He also wore an all black attire which made him look like a bad boy.

Nick looked hesitant to speak, but when he did lets just say I could have fainted. His voice sounded so rich and smooth.

"Sure," was all Nick said before getting up and standing in front of the class.

"Nothing. When I think of nothing I think of nothing, but the empty soul of a lost child. I think of the empty cage beside that once held a free spirit. I think of the blue sky that I wish to see again. When I think of nothing I think of nothing, because what else can you think when all you feel is nothing."

Mr. Roger looked at Nick shocked. I don't blame him the kid is as good in writing as I am. After Nick was done reading he put his hands in his pockets and sat back in him seat. The moment of quietness was gone.

" Well I'll let you guys out early today. Have a great day," Mr. Roger said. As I was walking out the door I couldn't help but look back at Nick. What I saw surprised me. He was looking straight at me as if he new knew me. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I nodded my head at him and walked out of the classroom.

These poems are mine so please don't copy them. Thanks