Rehab (Maniggy)

Part 1

So it begins
Twiggy's POV:
   I awoke to my parents standing at the end of my bed, arms crossed. Again. "Jeordie, we need to talk." I groaned and put my hand on my forehead. My dad was tapping his foot. "We found this in the drawer in the kitchen." He held up a small blue pipe that still wreaked of weed. "This is the fourth time this week." He raised his voice. I groaned again. "So we signed you up for rehab. You'll probably be there all summer, maybe more."  I groaned louder. "Whyyyy. Why are you doing this to me? I'm not even addicted!" They ignored me. "You start tomorrow." With that they left, closing the door, leaving me with just my thoughts.
This is illegal. I thought. What am I going to do? I can't just go to rehab. I'm going to run away. Yep, I'm leaving. I got up and grabbed a backpack, shoving clothes, weed, pipes, cash, and soap in it. I was ready, well, not really ready, but as ready as I'll ever be. I walked downstairs and was about to go out the door until they stopped me. "Jeordie, where do you think your going?" "On a walk." I replied. I knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot. "Give me your backpack." Ugh. "Now." He said sternly. I threw the backpack over to him. "Hmm. Weed, pipes, clothes, soap? Jeordie, please." He took the bag, threw me the money, clothes, and soap, and took the rest. "Where do you even put that weed, I bet you smoke it." I said sarcastically. "Go to your room." They snapped.
*Skip to the next day*
"Jeordie time to wake up, I already packed everything you need." I looked at the clock. 5:30 AM. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, sighing. We loaded up in the car and left. I looked back at our house and sighed. "Did you get pack my makeup?" I asked them. "Jeordie, you don't need it." She replied. "I said, did you pack my makeup." I said more angrily. "Yes, Jeordie I packed your fucking makeup." She said. "Woah, no need to be mean about it." I said defensively. I fell asleep for most of the ride.
I woke up with my mom shaking my shoulder. "Jeordie, we're here." It was 7. The building was massive. It looked like a prison mixed with a hospital mixed with a hotel. We walked up to the door and walked in. The waiting room wasn't much, just a few chairs and a front desk. My parents talked to the lady for a few minutes and an assistant came through a door. "Follow me, Jeordie." The lady gave me a big, warm, smile. It made me sick. I said my goodbyes and followed her to my room. It was plain. There were two beds, a dim lamp, and blue walls with peeling paint. There was also another room with a sink, toilet, and shower. There was a small closet, where a couple uniforms were. The uniforms made me upset because I always liked to wear dresses. She smiled, gave me a toothbrush and left. I didn't know what was supposed to do.
I sat on my bed and just waited, not knowing what I was waiting for. Somebody walked in. He looked like he had been smoking for years. "Hey. You must be my new roommate. I'm Alex. Things might seem bad at first, but they'll get better. You can hang out with me until you find some friends. Watch out for this kid named Manson, he's creepy. I swear he gets off from abusing people in here." He laughed. "Anyways, you get to choose a new name if you want." I nodded in thought. "Uhh, call me twiggy." "Twiggy? Strange, but sure." He smiled at me. "Welcome to hell."