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Interesting story, is this just a story or does it run deeper....?

Thats true though, punctuation is needed in this. I honestly think this could possibly be two paragraphs. Or everytime you talk with dialogue turn that into a paragraph itself. But its a great story all in all.

This is Chapter 2: School of Hell

I woke up to the sound of the rain hitting the window. I got up and showered, the time was 6:09. School didn't start till 7 o’clock. I pulled on a thick black jacket, grabbed my backpack and walked to school. School was about five blocks from my house and it was only 6:15. By the time I reached the school the gates remained closed. The rain had lightened and the sun began to emerge and in the rays of brand new sun shine sat the school Skylar High School. In the silence and beautiful sun shine made it seem like such a peaceful place. I sighed and grimaced when I saw the big black letters plastered below the school name say, “Prep School”. At that moment I just knew that my life was over and everyone would hate me.
I looked at my watch and it read 6:59. I blinked and noticed all the teacher cars and even the cars of students arriving. I shuttered not because of the cold but because of how alone I felt. I began walking toward the school and I already felt out of place. Everyone wore brightly colored coats and bright shoes and smiles. I had on all black and had a paranoid look on my face. One girl gave me a dirty look which just verified my thoughts of being out of place.
I hurried into the office to get out of the crowd. The office was like another school office. I walked up to the counter and tapped my foot waiting patiently. A tall man that looked to be in his early twenties came out of what I’m assuming is the break room. He saw me waiting and came up to the counter,” Can I help you?” he asked looking at me with bright green eyes. I took a breath and managed a fake smile,” Yeah, I’m new and I’m here to get my schedule.” I said hoping this would be quick. The man looked through a drawer pulling out a manila file,” Violet Manson?” he asked looking up at me. I nodded and received a smile from the man,” Here you go, schedule and a map.” He said placing the papers in front of me. I grabbed them and smiled,” Thank you.” I turned and walked out.
“Have a nice day.” He called to me. I walked out and looked at the schedule. I had the usual classes, math, biology, language arts, history, and p.e. But there was one class I never had, it was year long.
It was art class.