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1. Ian

I was honestly surprised to see that it taken them until 7th period to find out what I had done.

Two resource officers were dragging me to the front office. I didn't really think I needed two of them, I was pretty weak, scrawny, if you will. Regardless, they held me by my arms and sat me in a chair in front of an actual police officer and the school principle, Mr. Meyers.

"Mr. Rosemore, do you know why you're in here?" Mr. Meyers asked me with a serious look on his face. He pushed his glasses up higher onto his nose even though they weren't falling down. Maybe he thought it made him appear more stern.

It didn't.

"Yes."

"Sure you- Oh," he cleared his throat before continuing, "Do you realize how dangerous what you did is? That's another level of illegal. Hacking school computers, trespassing? You could end up somewhere worse than a juvenile detention center. You know what we have to do, right" he clearly wasn't prepared for me to say yes. I guess he thought I would try to lie my way out. That wasn't me though. I owned up to it and didn't care about the consequences. The worst I've ever gotten is a night in juvy, anyway. My parents were worried sick. They let me off the hook all the time, and it's only because I'm practically a genius.

Believe me, my ego isn't that large.

I'm just that smart.

"What, call my parents? They don't give two fucks."

"Watch your language, Mr. Rosemore."

The officer behind him moved his hand closer the pistol (which probably wasn't even loaded, just there as a scare tactic) on his belt when I said that, as if I was going to start swinging. It was honestly funny.

It was true though. My parents weren't very strict, they worst they would do is scold me give me looks of disappoint for about an hour. I wasn't worried for their reaction at all.

-

"You're sending me WHERE?"

"Honey, we just think it's best for you. We want you to get into whatever college you want to go to. We want to give you the best life we can, and it seems the only way we can do that is to fix your actions."

I was fuming. I sat across from my parents in the living room, my mom giving me a worried gaze. Nothing could've prepared me for this. My parents were laid back, supporting, forgiving. What had changed?

Maybe I was being a little dramatic, but they aren't usually like this.

When my parents showed to pick me up from school, they didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, they looked very calm and collected. That should've been the first hint that they had made up their mind about something.

On the way home, they didn't speak to me at all about what just happened. They only asked me how my day was, as usual. I thought I had been let off. Until they asked me for a word in the living room. My heart started beating a little faster, but I wasn't too worried.

That was until they told me they planned on sending off to a summer camp.

"You have to be joking. There's no way," I simply wouldn't accept this.

"Son, this is what's best for you. That's final," my dad finished. After that, I went straight to bed hoping for this whole thing to be a nightmare.

-

It wasn't.

The next day at school I moped around. My best friend Naylea immediately noticed the sour look on my face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" typical Naylea.

"My parents suck."

She crossed her arms a gave me a look, "You and I both know that's not true, so I'm guessing you're finally getting punished for that stunt you pulled 2 days ago. I knew you'd get caught. You seriously thought they didn't have cameras in the science lab?"