REVERSED

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Emil Kraepelin discovered depression. Emil was a German psychiatrist. He first called depression melancholia, which came from the Latin verb "deprimere", meaning pressing down." I answered proudly. Miss Jenkins eyebrows perked, taken back by my urgent answer. "Yes, I did my reading last night and did some research." I flashed a smile, pushing my glasses to settle better on my nose.

"Wow! I knew I liked you. You're going to go far in the world someday, Colin." She complimented. I nodded politely at her statement, then she carried on with her lesson.

All Science subjects were my favorite subjects. I want to work in the Surgeon department once I graduate from College. Its sort of my dream, and I am determined to make it come true. I also have to work for it too, which is why I've tried my hardest to keep 4.0 GPA all my four years of High School to get into Harvard University, Princeton University, and Yale. I still have yet for those three to come in, letting me know if I have been accepted. If I get accepted into all three, I make a choice to which one I want to attend; it's going to be quite a nerve shaker but it'll be the happiest day of my life.

I'm the definition of a Geek or Nerd. I love school, I love learning, etc. etc. Plus, my parents see and expect a lot out of me, so I must be a good role model for my little sister.

Call me Mr. Goody Two Shoes, it's cool because I get called that everyday. Everyone knows that I am and they call me Geek Marshall, around Oakland High School. I get respected though, so I let them. The nickname doesn't bother me.

"Late once again, Margaret." Miss Jenkins spat, when the one and only Molly Patterson walked through the class door with the familiar red lipstick, and bubble of gum coming her mouth. Same uninterested brown eyes, and the clacking sound of the heel of her leather knee high boots. She placed her usual seat in the back.

"Excuse pass, please."

"I don't think you deserve an excuse pass from me Heather." Molly smirked.

Miss Jenkins face flushed red, "It's Miss Jenkins. You do not have the authority to call me by my government name in school or out of school young lady."

"And I'm Molly. You do not have the authority to call me by my government name, Margaret, ever in your damn life of living, Heather." The class erupted in a low roar, and Miss Jenkins rolled her eyes.

She pointed to the door, "Go." She demanded. "I'm not in the mood to argue with you today."

Molly laughed obnoxiously, "Are you serious, Miss Jenkins?"

"Yes. Go Molly! Now."

"Come ooonnnn, Miss J. All you have to do is call me Molly like you just did, then we won't have to argue." She dragged. She propped her feet up on the empty desk beside her.

"I don't care. Go to the office! I don't want to see your face or hear your snark comments today at all, whatsoever. I won't tolerate it today. Now go!" Miss J demanded again.

Molly stood up, smacking her hand on the desk as hard as she could, "Oh my God. You are such a pain in the ass! Get some dick so you can stop being a bitch." Miss Jenkins mouth hit the floor and her nose flared, the outer nostrils turning pink. Molly slightly laughed at her comeback while the rest of the class bursted into laughter. I tried to console mine, even though it was but wasn't funny. It was rude.