"missy."
my name rolled off my mother's tongue like poison. i had just walked through the front door of our victorian styled home and was waiting on my mother to tell me what i had fucked up this time. i glanced at her. "yes?" "we need to speak. your father is waiting in the parlor. come," she held her hand out to me. i rolled my eyes and brushed past her, making my way to the front room.
just like my mother had said, my father was on the far couch facing away from us, a glass of scotch in his hand as he gazed out the window. my mother cleared her throat. "kenneth," my mother walked over to my father and sat next to him, giving him a brisk kiss on the lips, which he returned. i sat across from my parents, staring blankly at them.
"darling missy," my father cleared his throat, "you know your mother and i worry about you. you also know that we love you more than anything in this world..." he looked at my mother, who faltered, then nodded, "..and we know you've been getting involved with things you shouldn't be involved with. sex, alcohol, drugs, cheating on exams, you stay out all night partying... which is why we've decided to send you to newport academy in los angeles this fall. you've had... er, behavioral issues."
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bad behavior
Teen Fictionshe was seventeen. she was rich. she was beautiful. she liked to party. she liked alcohol. she liked drugs. she got caught by mommy and daddy. she got sent away.
