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I DO NOT OWN THE BOOK "THE BOOK THIEF" ALL RIGHTS TO THE BOOK GOES TO THE AUTHOR MARKUS ZUSAK. I AM NOT PUBLISHING IT AGAIN OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I AM SIMPLY RE-STATING SOME OF THE LINES FROM THE BOOK FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSELESS AND ADMIRATION OF THE WORK. I REPEAT. I DO NOT PLAN TO PUBLISH OR OWN THE BOOK AND IT'S WRITINGS. Thank you.

"Nico... You ready?"

I open the floor door to see Hazel looking up, ready for school.

"Yeah. Just give me a minute," I reply and shut the door.

I hear her small, "oooooohhhhkkkkaaaayyyy..."

In the past week since the stupid animal followed me home, it traveled from spot to spot until it made it back to my dirty clothes pile. Trying to find a comfortable place to sleep since on the second night I shoved her off my bed. I think she likes the clothes pile though.

Now as I gather up my black bookbag with a few binders and folders and other school supplies in it, she tries to trip me by walking between my legs.

"Stop fucken idiot."

She does not listen. Mocha will always have a death wish.

I open the door and climb down the ladder. Mocha tries to follow. I push her back up.

"No... Go eat your food, cat," and I quickly put the ladder back up and shut the ceiling door.

Hazel giggles, "She likes you Nico."

I glare at Hazel but she only giggles-like always-and we walk down the stairs to the bottom floor.

Father is standing by the front door.

He looks like a cross between a very tall biker mortal and a death demon-which in a way he is-. He wears a black and blue suit and looks like he hasn't slept in a million years-which he hasn't-.

"You're both ready? Good. Hazel, don't be nervous, you can make them like you."

Hazel nods and gives a small smile back. Father turns to me. His look seems as though he's bored yet serious.

"Nico. Don't fuck this up again," and he walks around me into the house.

"Thanks Dad," I grumble and begin to walk out the door. Hazel glances at me with a look of pity and concern. I ignore her. I don't need her concern, especially not her pity.

A hellhound waits at the bottom of the steps for us. He is out 'escort'. The hellhound is supposed to shadow travel us and make sure we get to the school safely. But we don't need him, I can get us there just fine without the 'help' from Father.

Hazel looks at me, concern and pity still on her face. "Nico... Come on.."

I glare at her, she only frowns.

Giving in I hold onto the dog's fur and a vomit of black is all that can be understood. We appear a little bit into the woods near the school.

Hazel and I let go of the hellhound. He looks at us, looks around, looks at the school, then vanishes.

I watch as hundreds of students all go into the school from the three different entrances around it. The parking lot is filled with students and their cars. Teacher's have a smaller parking lot in the back. I watch all these people. Preps, Jocks, the nerds and the goths. And other cliques all blend as they head into the building.

"Nico, come on," Hazel says getting my attention. Shes already walked out of the woods and is standing on the grass. The student parking lot about twenty feet behind her as she faces me. I come to the realization that we will have to walk through it to get to the closest school entrance. I mentally kick the hellhound for picking here of all places to drop us off.

I pull my hood over my head and face down, as to not be seen and walk out of the woods. Hazel and I walk next to each other as we head to the parking lot. No one has noticed us yet.

We begin to walk on the parking lot. Groups of students hang around their cars instead of heading inside, others walk inside. We go unnoticed.

"Hey! Look what's new!"

I know that was directed at us. I feel Hazel tense but she keeps walking, I stand next to her.

A wolf whistle is made.

"Hey cutie."

Looking down I can see Hazel's hand become a fist, she keeps walking though. We both just keep walking.

Whispers and some quiet laughter go up all around us as we walk. I feel everyone's eyes on us.

This is never how it had been in the other school. Most times we were just ignored.

"Nice chain dude, is that to beat the nigger with?"

Hazel stops dead in her tracks-metaphorically-. Gasps go up all around us, some chuckles, more whispering. They're all waiting. I stop and stand next to Hazel, the chain on my hip makes a 'chink' sound as it hits a stud on my dark grey skinny jeans.

I keep my head down.

"Got something to say sweetie," a male's voice taunts.

I keep my hands in my jacket pockets, squeezing my fists so hard the nails digging into my palms.

"Excuse me?" I hear Hazel say in a 'what-bitch' tone.

A boy who looks to be in 11th grade walks up to us. He's thin and has short blond hair. He stand in front of Hazel.

"Hey hun... You don't need to take any whippings from your friend here. I'm sure I could satisfy you in other ways than he ever could."

I can feel the heat on Hazel's cheeks. She's blushing. Hazel begins to fan her face, an old gesture.

"Aha... Hey... What is your name."

"Luke hunny. Captain of the basketball team."

"Ah.. Luke... I think me and my brother would appreciate it if you would politely leave us alone. Thank you."

With that Hazel walks around him, I follow silently.

Gasps and "ooooohhhh"'s go up. Laughing and chatter goes around. Hazel and I walk side by side towards the door, we're almost out of the parking lot.

"HEY," I think of all the ways I could kill Luke painfully, "NO ONE IS IMPRESSED BY YOUR MANNERS BITCH! THOSE WONT GET YOU ANYWHERE IN LIFE!"

Hazel stops and turns around, I know shes giving her sweetest smile.

"No? Well... Not being polite seems to have gotten you no where with me Hunny."

Whooping and laughter goes up everywhere. No comments from Luke.

Hazel curtsies, "Come on Nico. We need to get our schedules."

We walk into the building, a roar of laughter goes up behind us.

Finding the office through the crowds was easy, right next to the front entrance where we walking in.

I follow Hazel into the office. She gracefully walks right up to secretary.

"Excuse me, Hello."

The lady doesn't even look up from her computer, "yes."

I can tell Hazel is offended but does not let on.

"We are freshman and are new to this school?"

"All freshman are new to this school dear," the women says in a bored tone, still looking at the computer.

"Aha... yes, right. Well, my brother and I are new to this district completely and were not able to attend the freshman orientation to get our schedules and such. I was hoping you could please help us to figure things out so we can get the education we came here for."

I hear the cheek in her voice. I chuckle on the inside but on the outside I keep my hood up and face down.

A loud sigh comes from the older women's mouth as she turns to us.

"Last name?"

"Well, ma'am, my brother and I are adopted and have different last names."

I can feel the women roll her eyes as she turns back to her computer, "One at a time then."

"Levesque, Hazel."

I hear the typing on the computer and the clicking of the mouse.

Yes, here you are. Moved here over the summer. Adopted. Father owns A funeral home. No allergies to be known. That you?"

"Uhh... yes. That's me."

The lady clicks the mouse twice and then the sound of a printer can be heard. She rolls her chair to the far side of her desk where the printer is and takes the paper that is spit out from it. She gives it to Hazel.

"This is your schedule, locker, and all that important stuff for the school year. Your name?"

I feet her looking at me.

"His name is Di'Angelo, Nico."

I feet her analyzing me, "He can talk. What's your name boy."

"Uh... He's mute ma'am," Hazel says in a very polite tone.

"Mute?"

"Yes Ma'am... It means he does not talk."

"Hhhhmmmm... He's going to have to change that if he wants to go to school here." And once again a series of clicking and typing was made.

"Di'Angelo. Adopted. Brother of Levesque. Allergic to... light?"

Her gaze comes to me again.

"Uh yes... That's him ma'am."

I feet her looking at me as if analyzing me once again. And once again Hazel cames to me rescue.

"That is why he wears all black ma'am. When the light touches his skin, his skin turns red and becomes blistery and peels. Very hard to look at. At our old school one of the teachers made him take his hood off and when the lights shone on his face, well... Lets say blood was on his clothes and we needed an ambulance."

That was only half truth though. I was fine, it was the asshole of a teacher who needed the ambulance. And he didn't tell me to take my hood off, he yanked my hood and tore it off then shouted at me... What else was I suppose to do? I hadn't at first meant to have his face begin to slowly decompose, but once I realized what was happening... It was too late and he almost died. He received intensive face-reconstruction surgery and was never the same again. We shadow-traveled right after I stopped it. Father had one of his workers clean up the mess I had caused... That was the last school we were at and why we came here.

"Ah... I see... Alright then," clicking and printing, "Here is his schedule," the women says handing the paper to Hazel. I reach up and take the paper, she seems surprised. I hold the paper down next to me and do not move besides that.

"Oh-alright... Anything else you need?"

Hazel replies no and we walked back into the hall. First block had already stared so the hallways were empty.

"Some secretary. Jeez..." Hazel grumbled.

Hazel and I compared our schedules.

"Okay, our lockers are about ten lockers apart on the third floor. That's not bad. We have Advanced English together first period, good. Second class Earth science we have together. You have lunch while i have a crafts class. Next I have lunch and you have Drawing and painting. You'll like that. Then for our forth class together we have world history, that's not bad. Each class is 60 minutes long except lunch, lunch is 20 minutes. Then home. Day two, you have gym and I have Geometry. Zues, I hate math classes. Then you have Algebra. That's horrible. I have health. Then we both have lunch together. Next you go to health and I have gym. Lovely. Then you have a business class -so nice of dad to give you that- and I have home and carers. Well... I'll do great in that class."

Hazel sighed, " well... Atleast we have some classes together. And hey," I felt her smile at me. "you've get drawing and painting. You'll do great in that class."

I looked up at her and gave her a small smile. She seemed satisfied with that.

"Come on, it's day one. We've got advanced English."

With that Hazel walked us to the forth floor to our English classroom.

I could tell Hazel was a bit excited. The different class options thrilled her. Our last school didn't have anything like this. I was not thrilled. I was pissed.

Hazel-being polite- knocked on the door to our English room. I wish she hadn't. The male teacher sat at his desk in a weird chair. He turned to the door and gestured for one of the students to come and answer it. A girl with bouncing red curly hair answered the door.

"Hi! Who are you?"

The teacher chuckled, "Rachel, let them in before interrogating them."

"Sorry," The girl-Rachel- mumbled as she stepped aside and opened the door more.

Hazel walked in first, confidently. I walked in behind her, head still down, hands in my jacket pocket. Rachel shuts the door behind us.

"Hello. This in Advanced English for freshman. I am your teacher, Mr. Chiron. And you are?"

Hazel nods and I can feel her smile, "I am Hazel, and this is my brother Nico," she gestures at me. "We just moved here and arrived late. We both have this class together?"

Mr. Chiron rolls back out of his desk, I realize he's in a wheel chair. He rolls over to the filing cabinet against the front wall a few feet away from his desk. He pulls out a binder and looks through it.

"Ah yes. Perfect timing you two," Mr. Chiron smiles and looks up, "I was about to take attendance anyways. Please, have a seat. Rachel, you may sit too now." His smile is sincere and warm. It bothers me in a way at how friendly he is being towards us. Most teachers have always tried to not look at us the first time because of me.

Oh! Right, sorry Mr. Chiron," says the bubbly girl and she goes and sits down in her seat, the front row directly in front of his desk.

Hazel walks to the back of the room and sits down in a desk in the last row, I sit next to her and place my leather bookbag against my chair. The other students stare at us...No. They stare at me. I ignore them and keep my head down.

"Alright class," Everyone looks back to Mr. Chiron but I can feel some of their glances back at me, "When I say your name, reply with 'here'. Okay? Good."

He places the binder on his desk as he rolls back up to it.

"Stacy Lidance."

"Here."

"Micheal Jivinski."

"Here."

He calls out the names, in no order. Hazel's name is finally called.

"Here Sir."

"Nico Di'Angelo."

I don't say anything. I silently raise my hand.

"Nico Di'Angelo," he says again, questioning. I feel his gaze on me. "Ah. Okay. Thank you." He closes the binder and looks at us all. "Okay class. This year will be something new for you. You are no longer in middle school, and I'm sure you all are happy about that."

A few nods and "yes" go around. I just think that these mortals have no idea how shitty middle school was.

"And certainly you are excited about all the new options for you here."

Some kids laugh and begin to talk. Any feelings of being welcomed by this teacher disappear instantly. He's a dumb ass like all other teachers.

"Well, there's a lot more work in High school that you wouldn't have expected. You have more responsibility now. More work. Highschool is not all the freedom you had expected," No shit Sherlock, "It is harder." HA, "In this class we will read a book together for each unit, we will go over it, write about it and more. Everyday you will have to read and-"

I begin to tune out his lecturing explanation of this class. Read, write, read, write, learn, write. It's all the same. This class will be simple for me.

"-so for the first unit I have picked The Book Thief for us to read. Rachel, if you would pass out the books to everyone."

"Sure Mr. Chiron!" Teacher's Pet.

Rachel bounces over to the book shelves that go along the wall to the hall. Multiple class-sets of books occupy the shelves. She takes ten books at a time and passes them out to each student. Each student says 'Thank You' quietly after she puts the book on their desk. She gets to me last, Hazel second-last. She places the book on my desk. I say nothing. She stands there. I say nothing. She clears her throat, directed at me. I slowly begin to raise my head.

"Rachel! Thank you dear. Have a seat will you?"

She is saved by him. Rachel goes and sits down. I can feel the teachers gaze on me. He's watching me. I put my head back down and open the book to the first page. I begin to read silently.

"We will take turns reading this book out loud each class, as I said. Nico," No...no no no no, "Since you are so eager to read this book. Why don't read start reading to us first. The first page please."

He. Did. Not.

I glance up to see Mr. Chiron opening his copy of the book casually.

I stay silent. Glaring at him through my hood and hair. He glances up.

"Nico, read please."

Hazel coughs to get my attention. I glance over and she mouths 'just do it'.

I hold in anger at her now too.

I look at the words on the page and take a breath.

"First the colors; Then the humans; That is how-"

I hear quiet chuckles going up around the classroom.

Why do they laugh at me?! All I did was read two lines!

Then I realize. My voice sounds stupid. I sound stupid. I clear my throat and go silent again.

Mr. Chiron once again looks at me. "Nico please. Read the first page. That's all."

I sigh silently. Ignoring the small chuckles. And start reading again. My voice still sounds a bit strained.

"That is how I usually try to see things. Or at least, I try. Here's a small fact. You're going to die."

That's funny. I might like this book.

I continue to read the first page. Once done I go silent. Hazel is tense sitting next to me.

"Thank you Nico. That was lovely. Would someone else like to read next?"

Mr. Chiron sounds genuine as he compliments me. I wonder what this guy's thoughts are on me. He has not presented the usual behavior most teachers do. It bothers me a small amount but I try not to focus on that.

Students take turns reading from the book. No one is laughing anymore. Most of them ignore me.

"Thank you Rachel. We will leave off on page 16. Now everyone open your English binder."

I get out one of the four binders from my bookbag and open it to the loose leaf. Hazel does the same. I get out a blue pen.

"Now date the page and write a half page summary on what we have read so far. Then make a line to separate it for next class. Write the book title and the pages we read as your first sentence. Spend the next ten minutes doing this."

The rest of the class goes by quickly. We write the summary, he gives us a packet on the book. We fill out the first two pages of the packet. We talk about the book. Then the bell rings. I gather up my things silently. All the other students rush to get out the door. The slower I go, I hope I do not have to face the crowd.

"Nico, come on."

Hazel is already by the door waiting for me. The class is empty. I realize I had been siting at my desk too long. I went too slow.

"That's quite alright Hazel. You go on, I wish to speak with your brother privately."

I glance up. This guy can't be serious.

Hazel seems to sway from foot to foot nervously.

"Oh!" She says kneeling down to pick something up, "I dropped this. Okay. Nico I'll meet you...on the second floor...Earth science..." and she leaves into the crowded hall.

I know what she 'dropped', truly what she summoned. Probably some girl's diamond earring from in the hall. That happens when shes nervous. She summons the closest jewels. Curtsey of our Father.

I stay seated silently.

"Nico, why don't you come up here so I can talk to you more comfortably."

Yeah, because you can't walk sorry ass, I think as I gather up my stuff and walk up to his desk.

He sits reclining, looking at me with serious eyes. I keep my head down but up just enough to see him through my longer hair. The tips of my bangs brush my nose.

"Nico. I had originally planned to have us read a different book. But then I decided against that book. Do you know why?"

He folds his hands on his desk.

I shake my head and stare at him with a bored and annoyed glare.

"Because you came into my classroom and I thought you might like this book better."

He says it so calmly yet leaving me with many questions. What's this guy's fucken deal?!

"I hope you do like this book. You seem to be a reader. Do you read often?"

I squint my eyes in suspicion at this teacher. Who the fuck does he think he is.

"I take your suspicion glare as a yes. Well."

This guy is different than other teachers I've had. He hasn't treated me as though I was going to suck his blood out. Nor has he treated me as though i was a filthy rat needing to be killed. He treated me with some level of respect-even kindness-, yet still seemed to purposefully piss me off.

"Ignore those who laughed at you. You read fine. I hope you enjoy the book. You may go."

Students start to file into the classroom, I leave as fast as I can. The whole time I fee his gaze on me.

Hazel was waiting at the closest stairwell for me.

"Are you okay? What did he want," she questions me. Concerned and curious.

"Nothing," I mumble. Conversation over.

We maze through the crowded stairs and people to our classroom.

I pick a table in the back of the class, ignoring the few glances I'm given from the students already in the classroom.

Hazel sits next to me at our shared lab table.

More students file into the classroom. Everyone has a seat and a partner. The bell rings. There is no teacher.

The students begin to talk and laugh. This goes on for ten minutes. Some of them are tossing paper balls back and forth. They talk and laugh and joke. No one looks at us in the back of the classroom. No one talks to us. Hazel and I sit quietly.

Fifteen minutes goes by.

"I wonder where the teacher is..." says Hazel concerned.

"Hey! Where's my ring!"

I look to the row in front of us, third from the front. A few tables away from us a girl scrambles around her desk looking for something.

I look on our desk, and there is the ring. A large ruby ring.

Before I have a chance to warn Hazel, the girl looks over to us and yells.

"YOU STOLE MY RING!"

She is tall and looks as though she is an 11th grader.

Hazel looks down and I feel her tense up horribly and begin to become more nervous. She picks up the ring and holds it out to the girl.

"N-no I didn't... I swear I didn't..."

The girl comes over and snatches it out of Hazel's hand. Her face is clear with disgust and anger.

"You Bitch! How dare you try to steal my ring. My Father gave that to me. How'd you steal it anyways."

Hazel begins to trip over her words, "I... I didn't. I'm sorry. I didn't. I'm sure you love it very much because-"

"Yeah! I love it more than you! How did you get it!? Who even are you!"

Hazel tries her hardest to be polite but I can feel her freaking out.

"Uh-um. M-my name is Hazel an-and this-"

"I don't give a fuck who that is bitch. I'm Clarisse La Rue, captain of the girl's wrestling team. And you just made the WRONG enemy."

Hazel begins to say something when a tall and thin slouching man walks through the door.

"Hello class. Sit down, sit down. I don't have the energy to deal with your bull shit. Sit, sit."

Clarisse glares at Hazel then goes and sits in her seat. Everyone sits and calms down. There are whispers going around. I overhear that Clarisse failed earth science last year when she moved here and that she is in eleventh grade. Some people say how she wins every fight in wrestling, against guys and girls. Others say that Hazel is as good as dead.

Hazel just becomes more jittery and nervous. I see her keeping her hands on the table. Every few seconds she quickly snatches the jewelry off the desk and into her pants pockets. She is not wearing a jacket, only a nice Tank-top with a loose delicate camisole. People glance at us nervously or laughing, Hazel manages to not make her jewelry snatching noticeable.

"Alright class. Shut up now," he says flopping into his rolling chair. He takes a sip from his thermos.

"This is earth science. I am your teacher. Professor Bacchus. You will address me as Professor Bacchus and if you call me anything else I will send you to the office." His words were said in a tone said 'I-dont-care-for-you-at-all" tone. They sounded mildly slurred.

He took another sip from his thermos. I began to think that is was not coffee he was drinking.

He stood and slammed his hands on his desk and glared at us all.

"Listen kiddies. I am not your friend. I do not want to teach. I am here because I was asked and am being paid an extravagant amount. Something that none of you will ever achieve. Now for most of the year will will learn about the earth. Stones, dirt, habits of the earth and all that important stuff. You will supposedly enjoy this as I have been told to encourage you to do."

He took a sip from his thermos.

"If you piss me off, I wont teach you and you will not pass. Simple as that. Now go collect a lab kit from the side table near the windows. There is two packets on each tray, one for each of you. Do what the directions say in the packet and fill out the questions that it has. Don't bother me."

That was Professor Bacchus's famous "happy first day of class" speech before he lounged back in his chair, put his feet on his desk, and stared at us as he occasionally took a sip from his thermos. Hazel automatically goes to the window-table and picks a tray for us. She gives me my packet. I write my name on it and watch as she sets up the lab.

"I don't like that teacher Nico," Hazel mumbles to me under her breath, "And I don't think that is just any drink he is sipping."

I nod and begin to help her get the stones ready to test. Other students get their trays and set them up. The noise from the different voices and setting up is perfect to cover up Hazel's mumble.

"It's liquor," I mumble back.

Hazel begins to do one of the testing activities, "completely inappropriate."

I nod and mark down the answers.

Class goes by very simply. I keep my head down and don't need to talk at all. Hazel tells me what to do as she reads the directions, we do each activity, I mark the data, and she copies it. We work quietly and efficiently while the others goof around as they work. Professor Bacchus is clearly unconcerned by anything going in the class. He just continues to lounge, stare, and sip from his thermos.

60 minutes goes by quicker than expected as the bell rings.

"Okay class. Put the shit away and go. Next class we'll be learning about whatever is next in the book."

I carry the tray back to the table.

"Oops!"

The stones and liquids get slammed into me. They clatter to the floor along with the tray. The broken glass scatters the floor.

"My bad. I am SO sorry uh... Whats you're name?"

I glance up to see Clarisse standing in front of me. She pushed the tray into me. She has no idea what shes trying at.

Hazel rushes over.

"Oh Nico! It's alright. It's fine." She bends down and begins to put all the broken glass and stones back on the tray. Some students gather around and snicker. I keep my head down and ignore them. Fists clenched in my pockets. I have to control myself. Just don't look at them. I focus on Hazel's hair. I begin to try and count each curl.

"Your name's Nico? What a cute name! Can you say it for yourself? Can you even talk? helllloooo?"

Clarisse waves her hand in front of my face. I keep my head down and count the curls. I'm so fucking stupid. My black hoddie begins to change colors where the liquids spilled on me. It goes from black to grey to ugly shades of brown.

How could I let this happen.

"Must be stupid, aren't you. Fucking retard."

"Please just leave him alone Clarisse," Hazel says as she stands with the tray.

"Why should I-"

Clarisse is cut off by Professor Bacchus working through the group of students.

"Whoa whoa whoa. What's going on here. What's happened."

He stands behind Clarisse.

"Oh. Professor Bacchus. Nico just tripped over his own feet and spilled the equipment to the floor. When I tried to help him gather it up, his sister came over and told be to back off. I'm sorry this caused such a disturbance to you. I wont let it happen again."

Clarisse spoke in the sweetest, most apologetic voice possible. Once done speaking to him, she smiled sweetly at Hazel and I.

"Ah. Is that so. Nico, for being a clumsy idiot, you will not touch the lab equipment for the rest of the year, only answer the questions. Your lab partner.. Hazel? Will do the work. I expect this to not happen again. Now everyone leave my classroom. "

Hazel tried her hardest to remain calm as she put the tray on the table and went back to our lab table to gather her stuff. I silently followed and gathered my stuff and left the classroom into the crowded hallway.

"Nico, wait!"

Hazel would be fine. I kept walking through the crowds. I needed to get away. Lunch on the first floor was where I was supposed to go but instead I went to the forth floor-the top floor-. I ignored the students, the halls were starting to clear out anyways. Soon the bell rang and The halls were empty. I opened a random door, and saw a few stairs leading up and another door. The room was dark and small. Different janitor equipment was scattered around the room but it looked as though it hadn't been used in ages.

I shut the door behind me and walk up the stairs and tried the door there. Its locked. Giving up, I turn and sit on the stairs instead.

I sit in the darkness holding my head. My hoddie ruined. My mind on a rampage.

Why is this so hard?! What did I do! I'm so stupid. Such a fucken Idiot. I knew this would be bad. Why do I have to even BE HERE! Such a fucken idiot. I'm always messing up.

I feel the darkness in the room shift. It feel it swarming. I know I am controlling it. The concrete stairs I sit on begins to grow a mold. The wooden brooms in the room decompose into nothing, the plastic on them smoldering and becoming nothing. The cleaning bottles explode and smolder to nothing. Very quickly everything in the room decomposes in it's own way and becomes nothing. I cause it. This is just one of the things I have to control.

That I cant control. I'm so fucken stupid. No wonder why everyone stares at me.

I sit on those stairs for over an hour trying to keep control and calm down. I know I missed lunch and my drawing and painting class. The bell for last block should ring soon. Hazel will be worried if I don't show up and might get accused of stealing another girl's jewelry. I don't want Hazel to pay for another one of my mess ups.

I try my hardest to calm down. The darkness that felt to be in a frenzie now calms down to a slow wave. I force my thoughts away so I have a blank mind. I get myself under control and ignore all that I was thinking. I do not feel. Feeling is dangerous.

The bell rings as I expected and I walk out of the small room and into the crowded hall. I keep my head down and make my way to the world history room I have with Hazel.