CPA

Greetings

        "Samuel you fucked up already! Cant even draw a goddamned straight line!" I yelled at my friend Sammy who was helping me with a project. He was trying to draw a box and couldnt even get that rght. I was pissed, so pissed that i flipped the table on him and broke his ankle. My name is Louis Tomlinson and i have major OCD.

        That leads us to where we are now, I'm in the waiting room of a school called CPA for troubled teens. My mum dropped me off here and now they wont let me leave. "Louis Tomlinson" The lady from the front desk yelled. Her outfit was all wrong, she didnt match, her desk was a mess and Im about to freak out. I stood up out of my seat, straigthend out my shirt, ruffled my hair and told her, "fuck off." She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hallway.

        "Fuck you too. You little freak, all you do is cause problems with your mum thats why she doesnt want you." With that I was finished, from her desk to the way the doors were decorated and the way she was talking to me had me upset. I shoved her against a table and ran to fix her desk. She had reinforcments come in and pull me into a foam room. I was there with a man who looked4 to 5 years older than me.

      

"Hello, I am Mr.Styles. I am the principal of this school, If your wondering what cpa stands for, its corporal punishment academy. Your mum has sent you here because you cant behave at home. This is a special school, for special children. Your mum knows what is going to happen in this school. I had a meeting with her personaly about it. You will need to behave at this school because naughty boys get punished." I replied, "Shut the fuck up. I dont have a problem, you do. Is this what you do with your life ruin other peoples lives. You are gonna have a problem with me because I dont fuck with bitches." "I'm going to have fun with you" With that said he left.