Redemption Through Misfits

the move.

I was screwed as soon as I accepted the challenge. My friend, James and I, or at least I thought we were friends, broke into a gas station, and grabbed a ten pack of one of God's best creations, Monster Energy. We had just stashed the cans in our bags, after disassembling and discarding the box, when James screwed me over. He went outside to take a leak, more accurately known as call the cops and walk away. I was sitting there waiting on him when I heard the sirens. I turned to go to the back door, and saw the other cans that James had taken, sitting on the counter next to an open, empty cash register. Then I heard the tires screech, and the voices telling me to put my hands up, and so on.
So I got in the car, well pushed should be used in place of got, was driven to the nearest precinct, and processed.
"Aiden Dawson, get up here!" said a stereotypical looking cop munching on a donut.
"Aiden Dawson, sixteen, from Brooklyn,New York. Several priors, but charges were dropped, and such. I get the feeling your luck will run out very soon, son." He said as he read my file. The phone next to him rang once or twice before he picked it up, and after he hung up he made a very angry face. He turned to me and said,"Well it wasn't today, but your luck will run out someday. You made bail, now get out!". I walked out to where my dad was, regained my personal effects, and left. I walked out to the car and got in the passenger side. As soon as I closed the door, my head flew back and hit the window and I felt a sting of sorts on my jaw.
"I've had enough of this shit,Aiden!" My dad yelled. My dad had exploded. I was still recovering from that hit. This was powered by anger, sadness, hurt, and most likely a combination of love and hate.
"That's it! You thought I was joking, but I'm dead serious Aiden!" he yelled. God, no he can't be thinking what I think he's thinking. I must have made a face because he then said the words I feared. "That's right, you are moving and you are going to a different school." Well, at least he stopped yelling. I wonder what school I'm gonna go to, cuz I hope they don't have dogs like this one does. They got me got for drinking "Irish Coffee", nothing fancy just whiskey and coffee. "Hello!" my dad yelled. He then proceeded to slam on the brakes, causing me to slam my head into the dash. "Are you listening to me now?" he asked but it was more of a yell. I looked around after I noticed we had left the parking lot. We were about halfway home, at an intersection and he was giving me that look where it's like if you don't respond in the next ten seconds you'll die. "Yeah, Dad." So he continued on and on until we got home. Then I went upstairs shut my door, and blasted my music. My dad threatened to make us move because I beat a guy half to death with a piece of PVC pipe. I had a good reason for doing it. The asshat tried to kidnap a girl my age, and I saw him so I grabbed the closest weapon, which was the pipe and started hitting him, and didn't stop until my arm hurt so bad I couldn't lift the pipe. The girl was screaming, so I turned around and dropped the pipe. She ran to me and was hugging me saying thank you over and over again. And what was my reward? A very bad psychologist, and a lot of pills.
I wanted to sleep now, but I'm just sitting in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I got up and turned down the music and heard my dad arguing with my bitch of a step mom. "Throw him out! Make him someone else's problem!" she yelled. "No." my dad said. This surprised me because of the fact that he was yelling at me five minutes ago and how calm he was. "Be realistic, Brian. He's going to end up in jail, it's only a matter if time. You know it, I know it, and his mother knows it." she said pointing skyward. "Don't you ever talk about my mother!" I yelled. I knew she could hear me, because everything got quiet, for awhile at least. "Shut up!" she yelled. It was at this point I said the most childish thing in years. "Make me." I said in retort. You could practically taste the sarcasm. Then i heard stomping coming up the stairs. I didn't even try for the lock on the door. She barged in, all five foot two of her. The step monster had curly dirty blonde hair, shit-colored eyes, and a grade A pain in my ass attitude. "Ill make you shut up." she said checking her rings. She took a swing at me, and I dodged, and grabbed a knife. "Bitch, you take a swing and you'll lose your hand." I said calmly. I'm a "crazy" dude holding a knife so, of course she backed off only to try and reverse it on me. "He's got a knife!" she yelled. This worked one time when she said I hit her and I did only after she hit me. So my dad came up, she left, and I pulled out my phone, which was connected to a camera. "Before you call the cops, Dad, watch." I then showed him the footage, he then understood. He then left and told me to meet him outside with my shit. Once I got out there I got in the car as I was told and off we went. Now I have to go stay at some snobby prep school with rules that they actually enforce. About two and half hours later, we pulled into a long driveway that had a sign that said "Welcome to Belmont Academy for Juvenile Delinquents". "A fucking delinquent school!" I yelled. All my dad said was watch my language. This is going to be one interesting school I thought as I walked into my dorm. I was escorted by a football player looking man, in a suit, with a gun attached to his hip. "Get some sleep. Wake up call is at seven, you already got an alarm clock in there." he said, along was the his name, which was Riley. I soon faded into the darkness of sleep.

Author's Note

Hey guys my second story is way better isn't it? Listen to Teenagers by My Chemical Romance for this part. My prayers for those affected by Hurricane Matthew. Stay Safe!!!