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Homecoming Part 2

March 20, 2012
Louis POV

     "WHAT!?" My parents are fucking insane.

     "We're sending you there and thats final. It's called Ericsons Academy and you're gonna stay there til you figure your shit out and learn to respect your parents and peoples relationships," my dad snapped at me.

     He's literally lost it. Boarding school, just because of the stupid fight?

     "You're really gonna send me away to be miserable just because I wanted singing lessons?"

     "No, Louis," my dad argued, "We're sending you away because YOU caused a tear in OUR family. So pack your shit because we leave in an hour. You're already enrolled."

     "God damnit, this is fucking insane."

     "Watch your damn language, stop using the lords name in vein and pack you're shit, if you're not ready within an hour we're throwing away your piano when you get back."

     "This is bull," I mumbled under my breathe as I walked up the spiral staircase to my room. I can't even believe this. It happened a whole week ago, mom and dad should've just made up when I admit I did it and moved on.

     I went into my walk in closet and pulled out one of my favorite Louis Vuitton luggage for vacations and packed, but this time for the opposite of a vacation. I threw in some random jeans and shirts, put on my favorite coat—which was a little bit too big but I'll grow into it one day—and called it a day. When I was done packing and dragged my luggage out the closet I remembered something important. Geoff.

     I ran back downstairs, hurling my luggage down with me, to the den where Geoff, my pet turtle, had his tank set up. I was about to pull him out when I was rudely interrupted by my mom.

     "Sweetie... what are you doing," she asked concerned but still stern.

     "I'm bringing geoff with me, what does it look like I'm doing?"

     "There's no pets allowed there Lou, it's a school not a summer camp," she looked, pitying me.

     "Then who's gonna take care of him? You guys don't know what he needs-"

     "Well hire someone until you get back," she convinced me, "I'm still upset with you. I don't know where you learned that your behavior was okay."

     "As dad always says, 'you get to be happy or you get to be rich', remember?" I reminded her.

     "You're Dad's waiting in the jeep. Go." She said calmly with an angry look on her face.

     I walked outside of my house and was faced with a serious dad inside our white jeep. I glanced up and it seemed like it was about to storm, the wind was howling and the sky was a deep grey. I got into the front seat and said nothing as my dad drove off and away from the home I was raised in since I was a baby.

     "I hope you learn something from this. We don't hate you, we love you as much as the day you were born, but we're still mad and it doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want because we've spoiled you," my dad ranted to me about it. I eventually tuned him out. I've heard the same thing all week and I'm tired of it.

     Eventually, the highway become more of a road way and there was less city and more trees and plant life. It had started to pour rain and the road was getting muddy. Soon, we pulled up to a forest car trail and it led to a these huge black metallic gates surrounded by brick walls and inside, a school. This looks disgusting.

     The gates were opened by some man and my dad pulled the jeep into a roundabout like entry. I scanned the inside of the walls and since it was raining no one seemed to be outside, except some adults under the porch like front steps of the school, all waving at us. God, this looks like a cult.