On My Own

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Sebastian-

I am one of those lucky enough to have their wallet when they are kicked out of their own household. I was able to rent out a small house for a while, but I didn't need to long. I wasn't going to be here for much longer.

I sat down at the cheap desk they provided for me and jumped as my phone rang. I checked it, only to see it was a message from my school. The school that used to be mine. I answered it anyway even though I no longer went to school.

As expected, it was the robot voice messenger, "Hello, this is the Chicago public schools automated voice messenger. You are being notified because you have just missed 482 days of school, here is a message from your school's principal," with that my pre-recorded principal came on the phone, "Hello Sebastian," he mocked me, "Are you aware that you have missed 482 days of school? I hope you are, and I hope you regret it. You are being expelled, you are stripped of your scholarship and are not getting your money back." I cursed under my breath, "Cursing are you?" My ex-principle really knew me, "Good, you deserve this, and just so you know it you were here right now you would have a detention for CURSING!" He hung up. I was left dumbfounded. All of a sudden I burst into tears, again. Rivers of them running down my face. But I just kept on thinking, it won't be like this for long. I knew it was time to end it all.

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