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"Rayne wake up" my mom woke me up and I looked outside. Rain. Of course. I haven't said a word to anyone the whole ride here. And I don't plan on it either. I'll show them what it's like to not talk to me.

"Honey you know we're doing this for your own good. We want only the best for you. We've raised you for 16 years and we're not going to have your innocence ruined by some stupid boy." I rolled my eyes at my dads little speech and put my earbuds in.

"We're here" my little sister said I'm the seat next to me. "That's the school for troubled boys munchkin" I said smiling down at her. God am I gonna miss that little face.

Wait. School for boys? Mmmmm. Hopefully I won't have to be surrounded by girls all the time, maybe they'll let both schools get together.

1 more mile until I'm locked up with a
whole bunch of strange, messed up, girls for months at a time.

SHORT UPDATE IM SORRY I FEEL LIKE IM KINDA ALL OVER THE PLACE I HOPE I GET BETTER AT THIS SHITS. COMMENT IDEAS TO HELP IF YOU WANT. OR DON'T. THATS COOL TOO.

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