After being checked into Corvallis Farm Home High School And Psychiatric Hospital (dubbed Psych-School or C.P.H.S. by the other patients), Magena Mai Abque is forced to come to terms with her past and present mental state. Stuck in the middle of no...
Now you know why I was here, cuffed to a chair with my parents looking at me as if I was some sort of mistake. Technically, I was. But, they're the ones who adopted me.
Anyway, the security officer uncuffed me from the chair. I hadn't had my hands free since I'd been picked up. My bag, board, and guitar were still on the bus. The security guard walked me there. Neither of us said a word. My guitar bag was on like a backpack, I had my skateboard in my left hand, and my duffel bag in my right. The security guard led me to another waiting room.
By the time all the paperwork and registry and whatever was completed and my parents had left without saying goodbye, it was about eleven forty-five. The security officer walked me to one of the housing buildings, unlocked the door, and introduced me to the main staff that worked in my new "home".
"All the others are already in bed," The woman told me. "I'll show you your bedroom, we can do a tour in the morning." I followed her upstairs, through a tight hallway, and to the fifth door on the left. The room was quite bare. Just a bed, a desk, and a dresser. There wasn't even bedding. Just a garbage mattress. The window had plastic blocker things, so kids couldn't escape, I guess.
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"I'll go get you some bedding, okay sweetie?" The woman said before closing the door behind me. I unpacked my shirts, which were still folded, and put them in the top drawer. My socks and underwear and bras went in the second, my jeans went in the bottom drawer. Shoes went under the bed, along with my guitar, still in its bag was slid under my bed. I leaned my skateboard on the left side of the dresser.
Some school supplies were still in my bag, so I put it all in the desk drawer. Except for my sketchbook, which was on my desk.
"Here we are." The lady cheerfully said when she came in. "I found some bedding. And I see you've already unpacked." Handing me the bedding, she smiled sympathetically. "Lights out in thirty minutes, honey." She told me before leaving to go back to the main floor.
The bedding was still in my arms as I stood in the middle of the room, trying to process all of today. Shaking my head, I turned around and began to put my bed together.
The bottom sheet was gray, the spreadsheet was black, and the comforter was black and gray checkered. The pillows were both black. I changed into my pajamas, which consisted of a Metallica shirt that was two sizes too big, and pajama pants covered in pepe the frog.
I spent a pretty big chunk of the night looking up at the ceiling, trying to imagine my life here. Okay, I spent a little bit of time staring at the ceiling. And I cried the rest of the night.
How was I supposed to live here? I didn't get to finish reading the pamphlet, and I had a lot of questions. Are we allowed to smoke? Are the boys and girls separated? I'd brought my iPod and headphones, but not my phone. Was that against the rules?
Looking around at my room, I tried to visualize putting up some posters or a flag or something. I didn't see myself being able to live here for any longer than three weeks.
Eventually, I turned over onto my side and tried to sleep.
