My choice before my body's

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As I walk towards the office, I saw my mom across the hall. From a few meters away, I was trying my best to distinguish her facial expression. She didn't seem too worried but I could clearly tell she was angry. From the sound of her heals and the principal calling us in, all I could remember are these three words, you-are-expelled.

My mom tried her best to defend me and explaining why my behavior throughout the past months have been unstable. As the principal sign the official papers explaining what I've done, it was clear that I was no longer allowed near Eastlake High.

The car ride home couldn't have been worst. My mom, balling her eyes out wondering why I would do such horrid things after all she has sacrificed for me. Sure, I get it, she did prove a point. Family is all I really have left. They're the ones keeping me from slitting my wrists open, they're the ones who helped me through all my troubles, they're the ones convincing that life has a purpose. I know I shouldn't take life for granted but the fact that I already have one foot in hell is enough.

I am currently homeschooled with my mom's and the government's approval. Laying in my bed all seven days of the week, watching the time pass by as slow as a crushed snail. Tick-tock, tick-tock. My life at this point couldn't get as tedious. My mom once told me, not going to school was like taking a break for your thoughts. Being able to spend so much time in finding the good in the bad, reflect on the actions I have done and caused and much more. All I could think about was for someone to end me now. I was done.

.......to be continued