I cry as the driver packs up my things into his car. I look back at my mom, but her face doesn't budge.
"Please mom."
She doesn't flinch, as if I have said absolutely nothing to her. Apparently she believes this is the right decision. I slump into the back seat of the car, and look pleadingly at my mom. Nothing. The tears rolling down my face are like the raindrops on the window.
"I know it's not my business, but, why is your mother making you go to this school when you obviously don't want to leave?"
"I was framed." I say. He doesn't speak, waiting for details. "My mom got a call from the school saying I set off a stink bomb."
"And did you?"
"No! Of course not! But she doesn't believe me!"
"Oh," is his response.
He is probably thinking,"What kind of mother would do this to a child?"
And he's probably right.
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It's Not Fair
Teen FictionKamila is a pretty well-behaved kid, but when she is blamed for something she didn't do, her mom takes it way too overboard and sends her to boarding school. She is left all alone, with no friends or even the slightest familiar face. While being th...
