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My parents had me transferred over to St. John's Middle School For People With Special Needs. The doctors had recommended it because they said it was much safer there than my other school.

Suffice to say, I did NOT like the idea. And besides, I didn't even trusted the doctor's words nor my doctor. But I was left with no choice and even if I had the option to refuse, I would still be sent there anyway.

There was no way that this would all work out.

I would miss all of my friends/classmates because of it.

I would miss my best friend, Brian, too.

He went to the same school that I went to.

I had a feeling that if he ever did wake up from his coma, he would never see me again. He would most definitely miss me.

Fast-Forward to my first week at St. John's Middle School. I met some new classmates that I've never seen before. All of them were unique in their own way. But they all had one thing in common.

They all had the same mental problems that I was going through.