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I am a criminal. No doubt about that, which is Why I've been sent to a boarding school that teaches discipline.

Of course, I don't like it at first but right now, as I am finally letting go of my immaturity and facing life in a more ... proper way, I guess maybe Bridgeport High wasn't that bad after all.

But I think You're confused so let's start from the beginning.

Ever since I was a kid, I was taught that I was on my own.

My mother was a philosophical bitch and somehow imprinted on my brain that life has no meaning. And as sad as it was, I believed her.

She told me that there was no man above and that life only has meaning because we decided to give it meaning.

There was no fate, no destiny, nothing ever happens for a reason. There was no coincidences and our feelings were the only thing that made life more.... lively.

All my life, I looked up to her because she embraced the harsh reality, the truth. But now, all I can think of was...

Damn, she's not fucking right in the head.

Call me a bitch, I won't get mad. After all, I was raised by one, and literally came out the vagina of one. So I guess you could say I inherited it and it wasn't my fault.

But it wasn't true.

I chose this life, I chose to become reckless because I wanted to give my life meaning. I already had everything I needed and somehow, that wasn't enough for me.

So here I am now, standing in front of a Boarding school for psychos who have no future. And I am one of those psychos, sadly.

Dragging my suitcase as I walked , my footsteps echoed around the dark pavement. The place seemed fucking abandoned since there was no sign of life anywhere.

It was a large school though, if I can say so myself.

And judging from it's too colorful walls and posters, I already knew I was going to hate it.

I entered the school and was instantly greeted by an empty hallway littered with neon colored lockers that burned my eyes.

It looked so happy that it made me feel out of place. Smiling faces of students were plastered on the wall and I almost barf because they were so happy.

I am so bitter.

Everybody was probably in class because I purposely made myself two hours late by dragging the taxi driver to different places, wanting to delay my time of spending 4-6 years in this hellhole.

I was given a map a week before, to navigate my way but I threw it in the trash bin , deciding to just wing it.

I walked around aimlessly for 20 minutes (with me still dragging my suitcase) until the bell rang and lots of student bursted simultaneously out of the classroom doors.

I was pushed, shoved, scratched, and spitted on as i tried to fight my way out of the monstrous crowd.

They all looked like regular teenagers which just made them more dangerous.

Because if criminals, murderers all looked like regular people, what makes you so sure that the person sitting next to you isn't one?

I managed to lose my suitcase after one harsh encounter with a petite Asian girl , who most likely cussed at me in Chinese.

Eventually, the crowd dispersed as they all finally going their lockers so I was left in the middle of the hallway, gasping for air.

Everybody looked at me as they finally took note of the abnormal girl, panting in the middle of the hallway.