I was sitting in my Art class,bored out of my fucking mind when the scratchy voice of Mrs.Valentine caught my attention.She was more tense than usual,if that was possible.I mean the woman seemed to be on constant PMS.I also suspected her to be a dyke.From what I understood she was discussing our essays.I didn't remember writing an essay so I guess that explained why she kept glancing in my direction giving me evil looks. "The point of this essay was to make you kids understand real art.I chose my personal favorite pieces!" Her voice was really loud and high pitched,I've never seen her pissed like that.Some kids caught on to her evil looks and also started looking my way in a questionable manner. "I don't know how to make it any clearer to you.This is NOT to be taken as a joke.THIS class is NOT a joke.I am NOT going to be made fun of.Now listen to this and listen carefully because one of your classmates thought he was being awfully clever while writing his essay" Her eyes were still on me "He thought he could get away with his destructive criticism and lack of knowledge.Picasso my friends is NOT a joke and neither is Leonardo Da Vinci AND neither is Vincent van Gogh!" Now I began to remember the three pieces of art she was talking about.The first one was Picasso's "Woman with Yellow Hair (Femme aux cheveux jaunes)" ,the next one was Gogh's "Self- portrait" and the last was da Vinci's masterpiece "Mona Lisa". I,of course, was deeply fascinated by all three of those artists.I even did some stenciling with Picasso's work that I proudly kept decorating my own four walls with.Yet when this disgusting old dyke told us to write a ten page essay describing what we thought of the works I wasn't all that keen to work my ass off. "One of your class mates," she said now openly glaring at me " thought it would be funny to describe those MASTERPIECES with three words!" The class laughed but was quickly silenced by the now maniacal expression on Mrs' Valentine's face. "The words are the following "BLAH , BLAH , BLAH" The class roared with laughter. "SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!" Yelled the old bat and not surprisingly they all did. "You think it's funny!You think it's funny to disrespect work of arts!!??" she seemed to be asking me ,so I ,trying to keep it cool, said : "No,not at all.I actually am a big fan of Picasso and van Gogh.But,thinking about my own great skills I thought it would only be right to tell you what I thought about those ..those art pieces compare to my ....'masterpieces' " The whole class laughed and I only smirked. "You crossed the line you ...you I ..I have no words.You don't even deserve to be in this class you artless self centered creature.And you know what,you're not anymore" That left me a little surprised "I talked to the principle and we mutually agreed,seeing your low scores in almost every class,that you,my friend, are going to be joining an entirely different academy" My jaw must have dropped.This was fucking unbelievable.My mind went racing.Where exactly did they decide to put me in?Fuck,I thought to myself.From what I was aware there were only 4 academies within the building.The arts academy,humanities,Global Studies and some other useless shite.I didn't want to be in any one of those and the thought was a bit sickening but I slowly tried to put my 'cool' appearance back. "Oh really,and what academy would that be" I asked bluntly.The bitch had the nerve to smirk,taking pleasure in every second of this torture. "That,my little friend,is what I'll tell you after class." And tell me she did.Apparently there was a fifth Academy within the building. "After talking to your mother and consulting with Mr.Firolli and the rest of your teachers we made the mutual decision to send you to the 'Special' Academy" "The SPECIAL ACADEMY! ....and what exactly is the fucking special Academy!?" "Watch your language you piece of dirt" she spitted through her clenched teeth."The special Academy is for kids like you.Kids with no respect and no boundaries.Kids with low grades and a little messed up personalities.But don't worry Aiden,you'll fit just right in seeing you have every one of the above." I couldn't fucking believe this.This was humiliating.That's not what I need.That's really not what I fucking need.I don't need additional stress to my already fucked up life.Now I'm going to be in class with some spooky weirdos who probably bang their hands on their desks the whole day.Fuckers.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.I left the classroom with my shoulders hunched over and the old bat still smirking. The next day I went into the main office to get my schedule for the 'special' academy.Fuck. "name?" "Aiden Moffit" " Mo what?" "Moffit" I said glaring at the dumb girl behind the desk.Fuck I hated formalities. "Like Peggy Moffit?" she asked me twirling her gum around her finger "Yeah,like Peggy fucking Moffit..now can I get my schedule" "suuuurrre" she said putting the red gum back into her mouth and looking for a slip of paper in a little brown wooden box.She got it out,tore half of it and gave me the schedule part.I didn't really bother looking.I was about to leave the office but I realized that I didn't even fucking know where that damn Academy building was. "Hey can you tell me where exactly is that bloody academy" "The building behind Humanities.It's quite easy to tell the difference,there's always graffiti on that one" "Thanx"I said My stomach was jittery as I entered the building that had graffiti all over it.It was like a whole new neighborhood.Ghetto neighborhood.I didn't like it one bit.Everywhere I turned I saw weirdos.I heard a slam followed with a slam followed with another slam against a locker.I turned around and saw a fat kid with brown messy hair slamming his own fucking head into the locker repeatedly.Great,I thought to myself,this is the kind of crowd I'll be chilling with from now on.I looked at my schedule and saw that my first class was Life skills/Health.Fuck.I hated Lifeskills.I hated Health.I hated anything that had to do with life or with a teacher speaking the word sex.I'm fucked.I walked into the class just as the bell rang.What greeted me was not a pleasant sight.No,not a pleasant sight at all.Kids,all of them deformed in one way or another.Some physically and some obviously had mental problems.One guy was drooling while a girl with cuts all over her arms sat all in black face cold and feelingless.Another guy was talking to himself in a very high pitched voice and very fast,like he was high.I also noticed that he wasn't speaking English,it seemed like he was making his own language or something.He giggled to himself a few times and then looked at me, waved, said hello, and got back to talking to himself. "Well hi there," said a female voice "My name is Clara and I'm your Life skills/health teacher" "Hi" I said.She was still smiling.Her smile made me feel uncomfortable.She was looking at me like I was inept or something. "you must be Aiden Julian Moffit" "uhh yeah,that's me" "hmmmmm..well Aiden Julian Moffit,I think it would be best if you sat next to Ricky for now" She said pointing to a guy whom I now recognized as the fat guy banging his head on the lockers.Great.I moved my way and sat next to that beach whale.I looked at him for a few seconds to take that pitiful sight in.He looked awful.Head all banged up and red eyes.He must have been crying.Snot hanging from his nose and fat,lots of it everywhere. "well hello there" I said in my most sarcastic voice.He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read and mumbled a 'hi'.Great.I put my head on my desk and went to sleep.I woke up at the sensation of something sharp being stabbed into my back repeatedly.I jumped up immediately to see a tall skinny guy with scissors, that had blood on them, in his hand.Was this a fucking nightmare?Everyone was looking and I saw alarmed Mrs.Clara calling the fucking security and then with a shaky voice she said the the tall kid "Ralphie,put the scissors down" The kid was looking at me.I put a hand to my back and when I brought it back it was covered in blood.The motherfucker stubbed me in the fucking back.He had this weird glistening sparkle in his eyes.He was fascinated by this.The freak was fascinated with stabbing me. "Motherfucker" I yelled and lunged at him.But before I could jump any further I felt arms around my waist.Security.I was sent to the nurse with my motherfucking back bleeding and half of that lunatic class laughing.I wasn't laughing though.Far from it.I was fuming as I sat shirtless with the nurse looking at the damage done to my back. "It's not so bad" she said.I didn't like her.I didn't like her look,her voice,her walk.I hated her so I just glared.She put some shit on it and told me to rest.Just as I was about to lay on that motherfucking bed I heard loud voices in the hall.Then I heard the sound of an ambulance.What happened that day changed everything.I didn't know it then,but it changed my life,in the worst way possible.I found out from Tommy that Cal had a schizophrenic attack in the middle of the class. "He just started yelling and hitting the air and then the security came in and he started fighting them.He took on the first two but then two others came in and bashed his fucking head in and that's when the ambulance was called.I don't think he'll be coming to school anytime soon" And that was that.I didn't see my love until winter break that same year.