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To Mike, it was any other ordinary first day of school. Except he was a freshman in high school now. He really didn't care for school, but he went only because his parents made him go. He was so bummed out that no of his straight relationships had been working out. He would find a nice girl, but the relationship would fall after about a week. His most recent one is still his friend, and he likes it like that. At least she didn't hate him, like the others did. But it didn't help his depression. He tried to hide it, and at the most part did a pretty good job at it. But there were times when he would falter. And his friends would try to comfort him, but he would push him away. "Yep, I'm a total emo".Mike thought to himself. To him, however, that was ok. HE sorta liked having people fuss over him when he was sad. He's just like that.


((A few months pass))


Mike woke up one day, same as any other, thinking it would be no different. It was the third day since his last breakup, and he was still fantasizing over his ex. But he knew it was never gonna happen. He got out of bed, and started to get ready. He put on a tight to his body solid green shirt, a pair of athletic pants, a pair of black socks, and a black sweatshirt. He then walked to his bathroom, and stared at himself in the mirror. It was then he began his mental routine his counselor had made for him the month before. It didn't really help him, but he did it anyways, in hope of escape from his mental prison. And it really amused him. He brushed his teeth as he thought to himself "Maybe today will be different. Maybe today I will be free." He laughed at the thought, unknowing that it was the day his life would change for the better.