October 27th, 2009

I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on. In fact, I was sure my parents were deliberately telling me as little as possible.

All I really knew was that I was given a very stern and very harsh—and probably well deserved—ultimatum. Ship up or ship out. Either get my life back on track, quit messing around or be disowned. It was all very cliché, but I can’t very well blame my parents for it.

The last year and a half of my life had been a whirlwind of sex, drugs, parties, skipping class and getting wasted. Every seventeen year old boy’s dream, right? Wrong.

I spent two weeks in a detox center, shuddering out one fucker of a bad hang over. Now, two weeks sober and my life was about to change. I hadn’t yet decided if it were a good or bad change.

But what choice did I have? I was just almost eighteen, and even though I despised high school, I knew I needed a diploma for pretty much anything.

So we’ve come full circle. Here I am sitting in the back seat of my dad’s Volkswagen, trying to ignore the glares he was shooting at me in the rear view mirror. I sat behind my mother so I wouldn’t have to see her cry and to try and tune out the soft sobs of my mother.

I had asked only about fifteen minutes ago if we were there yet. And I could feel the words in my mouth, burning to ask again so badly I thought I might choke on the words. But I wasn’t about to push my luck when I was already teetering on the edge of my parents’ collective patience.

They were taking me to a place I’d never heard of until two days ago. Pine Crest Academy was an elite high school, in northern Arkansas. My parents were so fed up with me, they were sending me out of state, to some posh boarding school in the middle of nowhere.

In less than twenty-four hours I was about to be surrounded by spoiled rich kids in ugly uncomfortable school uniforms, in classes I hadn’t attended in months. I wasn’t going to fit in with any of these people. These were all academic geniuses and even though my marks were fine in my old high school, even when I tried, but this was going to be a whole different ball game.

I wasn’t entirely sure what was worse; being in the middle of nowhere with no one or nothing around or starting a new school and not knowing anyone. Jesus, it was middle school all over again.

I had thought of making a run for it when we stopped just across the border. But with no place to go and no money, what choice did I have?

All I knew that as I looked out my window all I’d seen for miles were trees. This was officially the longest car trip ever. And I was desperate for a fucking cigarette, a nice fat joint with a vodka chaser.

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