The EX-Delinquent

Sandersson's Academy...!?

Cholo muthafockers! I want to thank you guys, though it's only a few of you-- for being so patient this past week ;) I've been busy and whatnot, but I promised I'd update, so here it is.

Oh, and hope you guys had a great Christmas and Happy New Years!! ~

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It's been three weeks since I've been in court. And I still haven't got a letter in the mail about Sandersson's. How the hell am I supposed to prepare when I don't even know when I'm supposed to leave...?Ugh!

Because I have nothing else to do, I'm sitting here just blasting music in my badass room while drawing some badass stick figures killing eachother with stick figure guns. 'Cos I'm cool like that. Yep.

But then I hear my music cut off... and when I turn my head towards my stereo, there was nobody there. 

Not curious enough to investigate, I stay in my spot, sitting on my bean-bag, and continue drawing my badass stick figurines. Still sketching, I suddenly got that feeling when someone's watching you, and though I will never admit it, I was scared. Just a little, tiny bit.

I've never liked scary movies or anything related to ghosts and shit like that (though I find mythology tolerable), I just find that crap creepy and don't like associating myself with it. 

So when I felt a brush of breeze on my shoulder, I was officially scared for my life. Yes, with only a touch of air, but hey, you'll never know.

I buried my head further into my notebook, not wanting to face some sort of paranormal being. I was already a bit shaky, like I was on drugs or something. So yeah, any more of this and consider me terrified. I guess watching Insidious last night was a bad idea...

You can probably imagine my reaction when I heard someone whisper in my ear, "Boo." 

 I jumped off my seat and dove to the other side of the room so fast that you'd probably think I'd been shot at. I tell you, paranormal shit does that to me.

I was prepared to leap for the door, until I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

"Kacey, it's me!" My childhood friend Dreak, said between his obnoxious laughter.

"You think this is funny?" I cried, no doubt on the verge of tears.

"But... haha... your face... was...!" He continued laughing.

I got up, ready to leave the room to save whatever was left of my pride when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. 

"Dreak, you know how I feel about that shit!" I sniffed, turning away from him.

"Okay, okay," He said holding his hands up in surrender, "but you have to admit, you're reaction was pretty funny."

"What are you even doing here, anyway?" I asked, turning back to him while trying to change the subject as inconspicuous as possible to avoid any more embarrassment.

He gave me the stink eye, like he knew what I was doing but decided to let it go. "A little birdie told me that you've been in court recently..." He trailed off.

"Dude, the only birdie who knew about it was Gran, so cut the shit and get to the point." I demanded.

"Don't be so mean to me," He pouted, well, tried to anyway. It just looked like he was trying to eat his upper lip. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings from screaming 'FAIL' at him so I just pretended that nothing was wrong.

"I'm not, but don't expect me to be nice after that stunt you just pulled," I paused and coughed, "bitch."

The motherfucker just laughed in response.

"But forreal, what're you doing here?" I asked again.

"Well, Gran told me that you went to court because of that crazy chick Courtney, but she didn't give me any details. But she did give me some mail... she said to give it to you." He told me, handing me a letter from the back of his pocket. 

I looked at the letter and almost shit myself. It was THE letter. The one about Sandersson's!

"Oh shi-! Do, do y-you know what the fuck this is!?" I practically screamed in his face.

He looked at me like I was the dumbest shit ever. So I took my time and explained to him what happened three weeks ago in court, and when I finished, he was on the floor in silent laughter.

"O-only... only y-you..." He rolled on the floor in laughter, and I swear there were tears in his eyes. It almost made me  crack a smile. Almost. But I didn't. This was really, really serious to me.

Ignoring him, I sat on my bed and used my abnormally long pinky nail that Dreak constantly tells me to clip to slice open the letter. Gently pulling the paper out, I unfolded the sheet and began to read. And read I did, but none of it was what I expected. 

"To Whom It May Concern,

Kacey W. Dawson has been admitted into Sandersson's Academy, a boarding school for kids who have problems associating and learning through normal means. It is to say, the school is for children and young-adults from grades 1-12 who have issues with public teachings or their school's specific teaching method. Here, we teach a diverse amount of subjects that are taught in several different ways that should be sustainable for your child, and we will even supply private tutors if necessary. 

We expect you on December 3, 20XX, and your schedule shall await for you in the Guidance Office. We look forward to your attendence. If any more information is needed, call the number or find our site below. Your uniform will be sent to your dorm when you arrive, and again, we look forward to seeing you at Sandersson's Academy: the all boy's boarding school.

Sincerely, 

Headmaster Law"

Damn. 

I was so lost on my thought that I didn't feel the bed sink beside me, and I didn't even feel the letter being snatched from my fingers.

Still entranced, I barely registered the crazed laughter beside me. That is, until he started snapping his fingers in my face.

Startled a bit, I jumped from my seat and turned towards him. Gripping his shoulders, I shook him. 

"All... boy's? ALL BOY'S? ... ALL BOY'S!?!?" I hollered from the top of my lungs.

Stopping my hands from shaking him further, the only response I got from him was, "Kacey, you are so fucked."

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I hope you guys liked this chapter and had a Happy New Years!

Also, the next chapter will explain a bit how Kacey met Dreak. But anyway, next update should be in a week or two, and well, thanks for taking your time and reading ;) 

Uhh, that's it, adios! ~