Its not fair.
When my dad told me I was going to a boarding school I thought it was going to be terrible.
But I was wrong.
Its worse than terrible.
My life is the worst! I was taken into care for who knows what, I stayed at the home until i was eleven and once I get a foster family they send me off into boarding school! It's like god wants my life to suck.
"Sweetie, can I speak to you for a minute?" 'dad' yelled into the dining room. I groaned and dragged my feet to his boring, old office. "Yeah, dad?" I moaned. I don't usually call him dad, id usually call him by his name but it's so basic! And he has like millions of nicknames and whenever I call him insert his name here he shouts at me so I forget it most of the time."I know you're not going to like this but I want you to be safe," he sighed,"I'm sending you to boarding school.". "How is this going to make me safe?!" I exclaimed, beginning to storm out. "Léiyū! Please," he cried before pulling me back to a chair, "alot of people have quit at my work so everyone has to work harder and that means my shifts will become longer and with no one looking after you ..... you'll not be safe."."ugh! Fine." I groaned and went up to my room to start packing.
