And They Sent Me to Boarding School...

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When i was 10 years old moving house and school used to scare me, id get so upset id go hide in my room and hope mum and dad wouldn’t find me. I’m 16 now and it doesn’t seem to bother me, well since we’ve moved 5 more times, am kinda used to it, i know how to handle it but now we’re moving to London (that makes it 6) and mum and dad are sending me to a boarding school. See that bothers me. Alot actually.

 Hey I’m Blake, this is my story of how my freaktarded parents sent me to a boarding school, how I had to spend a full frigging summer there to ‘get used to things’, how everything changes for me but is it for the good or bad?   So here it goes, this is going to be so much fun ( hint the sarcasm ) ...

 Well my story starts with my grams funeral. Last year we moved to Liverpool to look after her, she had Alzheimer’s and was slowly dying. Sadly she died a week ago. Today is her funeral and tomorrow we were moving...

“But mum! This is not fair! Seriously, a boarding school. My grams just died, it was her funeral today, your moving me away from my home tomorrow. NOW you ‘announce’ you’re sending me to boarding school? NO! I refuse to go” Mum told me half an hour ago that she thinks it be good if i go to a boarding school when we go to London because ‘i need a better education and moving all the time isn’t good for my emotions, blah, blah, blahhhhh’... Frig sake! They have been moving me around since i was 9 and now they think its going to mental disturb me? PFFTTT! After my little rant i stomped up the stairs, jumping twice on the last step just to prove my point that little bit more. Slaming my bedroom door and karate chopping a pillow across the room, i flung my self on my bed. I grabbed Mr snuggles and hugged him tight, crying into his baldy shoulder. Mr Snuggles was a teddy bear i’d had for like... EVER. He had one eye, his arm was hanging off and he also had a slight case of alopecia but i loved him all the same. Being moved from school to school practically my whole life meant i wasn’t very, how can i put it? Sociable? So really he was like my only friend. After my last statement i tried to get comfortable on my rock hard mattress feeling sorry for myself and tried to get the thoughts of this ‘wonderful idea’ of me going to boarding school out of my head...