School started today, and it's been as bad as you'd expect.

I'm only a Junior now, but that doesn't stop the Seniors from making snide comments about me.

My art class is particularly interesting. Damon Verona and Leo Jameson are in it. Both are relatively popular boys and the best of friends. You can tell by how much they joke with one another. Then there's Passion, the nicest girl I've met so far. She helps me through a lot of stuff in the class, at least, today she has. Amy Fenwick is a pretty nice person too, and Jeromy Fisher keeps flirting with her. And then there's the new girl, Sophie Glade.

She used to go here, but that was back in Elementary. She moved away, and rumor had it she moved because her parents were spies. From what I remember about her, she was tough and bold, never backing down.

Now? She's timid and shy, and won't speak to anyone. It's confusing.

However, as I still stand, my depression is getting worse. The shrinks keep saying I'm sick, and not depressed about what's around me, but I beg to differ. So much pain and heartache surround the world. Normal people never notice it until they get too close. Like a soft pillow filled with barb wire.

My cousin hasn't spoken to me yet, either. Something is amiss with him, but I'm not sure what yet. And as for the Sophie girl, I'm determined to find out what happened to turn such a strong person into a shell of what they used to be.

After all, what kind of a helper would I be if I didn't help people?

--Sara