The next few weeks of summer went by slower than the next.
I didn't do anything but every thing reminded me of them.
my counselor didn't help much either she would just look at me intensely like that was going to help me yeah right
"so Jennifer have you been writing in your journal I gave you?" "no Mrs. Walldon I haven't" "oh.. well then I'll have to speak to your parents later anyway" "okay?"
after she got done starring some more at me she talked to my parents I could hear her high preppy voice from outside "Jane, Daniel I'm worried about Jennifer's morning process I believe she could use some more help. Theres a place we could send her it's called Margret Thompson's Pacific Academy for Morning Teens"
"what! you've got to be kidding me an academy for morning people surly my parents were not even considering this!"
The next thing I knew my parents were kissing me goodbye and I was on the next plane to Oregon to go to a school for morning teens.
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Margret Thompson's Academy for Morning Teens
Teen FictionAll I want is my friends back. Now I'm stuck in an academy with crazy teachers and counselors, teens that don't even act or look like the are mourners and a boy I can't get my mind off of but how can I think about a boy right now. All I want is my f...
