Hi. My name is Jo Berri. And yes, I'm a girl. Not a boy. I am going to tell you guys why I died. Or specifically, why I killed myself. I was new on HuckleBerry Street. I went to my new school. HuckleBerry High School. Your probably thinking 'wow, so orginal' cause that's what I was thinking too. On my first day, I met a girl. She sat next to me in first period. I was on my desk. Falling alsleep. "Your gonna get in trouble." She told me. "Watch and learn." She said. She had her pencil in her hand, laying her head down at the desk looking at me. "You sleep in class?" I asked her. "Sometimes." She said. The teacher told us to shush. We continued doing our work. I thought it was the new start of a friendship. 

"Hi Jo!" said the girl I met in class. "Oh hi... I never actually got your name." I said. "Oh, it's Megan." She told me. I liked that name, it was better than Jo. "Oh, okay cool." I said. "I wish I had a cooler name like you. If my name were Jo, life would be so much better." Said Megan. "Hows your life?" She asked me. "Normal?" I said. "Normal for you. You live it everyday. You live out my dreams." She told me. "Your dreams? Oh, that's crazy. I thought your dream was a job or something." I said. I made an awkward face, she looked real upset. "I'm different. I'm unique. My dreams aren't gonna be like everyone else's." She told me. "Woah, you picked that up fast." I said. "Want a ride home?" Megan asked me. I was sure it was a friendship now. "Of course I do."

 Megan dropped me off at my house, and I ran off. I had a nice day, I thought to myself. But the next day, was different. When I got there, a boy named Keon was looking at me. Staring at me now. As my outgoing self, I went to talk to him. "Hi." I said. "Oh hey.." He said back to me. I knew he was a jock and all his "boys" were watching him. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" I asked him. I could tell he was embarrassed. "Oh, you're hot. That's it." He said. "Thank you?" I said walking away from him. When school was over, I was walking home. He stopped with his guys again and asked if I needed a ride. I said no, and I went on the bus. He came on the bus with me, and asked if the seat next to me was taken. "You don't ride the bus." I told him. "Well, I do now." He said. "Can I like get your number?" He said sitting next to me. "Sure." I said. I took his phone and put in my number. I gave it back to him. The bus engine starting going. "I'll be right back." I told him. Then I got off the bus. He ran to the other seat opened the window, and asked me where the bus was going. Then it started moving. "I don't know! I don't take the bus either!" I shouted to Him. "Call me!" Then I started walking home. The next day was a Saturday, and him and I went on a date at the park. He went down the slide, and dared me to do it too. I was a wearing a skirt. I went down the slide, and my skirt went up, and he took a picture. How embarrassing! The next day at school, he showed his guys my picture. 

 One of his guys took the phone and ran away. He ran after his friend for the phone. His name was Morgan. My love was Keon. "Hey dude, give that back!" Said Keon. Morgan posted it. And sent it to everyone. He gave Keon back his phone, and we all went to class. That's when everyone got the post, and stared at me. I asked to be excused. I went to the bathroom. In the stalls people were already writing things about me. "Jo Berri is a slut. Jo Berri is disgusting. I'll kill you Jo Berri. Die."  I ran out of the school and ran home and told my parents everything. All they did was hug me. I hated them at the moment. So I took a pocket knife from my dads room and ran to my room.