Ashley’s P.O.V.
“Ashley, I don’t know what to do with you. This is the third school you’ve been kicked out of. There is one more school you can try then it’s off to boarding school. I’ll drive you there tomorrow and get you registered. Okay?
I nod my head then stare out the car window. My mother keeps talking. I could tell she wanted to cry but she wouldn’t. At least not in front of me. She had too much pride to cry in front of anyone. But when we would get home she would go into the study and weep. She had the right to cry though. I had been kicked out of three schools, been arrested for shop lifting twice, and had been caught underage drinking four times. I was no daughter to be proud of.
Finally we pulled into the drive way. With the car parked not even for 2 seconds I get out and rush inside. Once I’m in my room I slam the door shut. I go to my closet and reach for the bottle of sleeping pills. I take the remanding 5 pills then lay on my bed. Soon I’m asleep.
I wake up the next morning with my mom violently shaking me and screaming at me to get up. I get ready, taking my sweet time and then walked out to the car where my mom was waiting for me.
The ride there was full of awkward silence so I was glad when we pulled up to the new school. We walked into the office where the old woman greeted us with forms to fill out. After both my mom and I got finished with the forms the assistant handed me a piece of paper with my class schedule and locker number on it. I walked out before my mom could say anything. I whisper to my self
“It’s you first day, don’t screw it up.”
