Mrs. Jackson passed the textbooks out while we wrote down the class rules in our notebooks. I wondered what my old school was like without me. Probably not much different. Although, there was one teacher who I'd almost consider a friend. I mean, not really, but she was really kind and understanding. She knew about my ADHD and other "disabilities" as my 504 plan called it. And made accommodations that reflected to said 504 plan.
And it made my grade soar. Well, at least for the first trimester. She was the only class I had an A in. Her name was Mrs. Vondrasek. She was wonderful. I missed her.
I was brought back into reality when Mrs. Jackson dropped a math textbook on my desk. "Alright, class," she said. "Open your books to chapter 1, and read along with me." She began reading.
My mind began going other places. I was looking around the room. There was a calendar, and I realized that winter break was in two weeks. Was I going to go back home? If my parents had any say, they'd probably not want me back.
"Yo," Max bumped my arm. "You okay?" I nodded and began copying down the notes on the whiteboard.
Normally, I'd be cutting class right now, but that isn't easy. You aren't allowed to have free periods, so if anybody's not in class, chilling in the library, they're recorded, reported, and sent back. So, that wasn't an option.
Back in public school, I was the queen of cutting class. Either avoiding detection, having excuses, or just making sure I was marked down for attendance. And I always kept my grades up. Eventually, it was like a game. How many classes would I miss this week? And how would my grades up if I missed 12 days? or 20 days?? Time to find out!
That wasn't happening here.
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Psychiatric Hospital High School
General FictionAfter 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...
