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Jorge's pov

I was sitting in a chair at the principals office. There were two police men beside me, holding the bags of weed I had on me.

"Mr. Garay, you do realize that you are in illegal possession of pot, right?" Mr. Barrett asked.

I nodded.
"And you do realize that you're going to face major consequences." He spoke as if I didn't get the trouble I was in. I knew. Did I plan for it to happen? No. But oh well.

I shrugged.
"Mr. Barrett, you do understand that you're wasting time trying to explain to me my own actions, right?" I snarked back.

He was silent.

"Okay. I get it. You don't want to be here, I don't want to be here. These police men don't want to be here, but we are all doing our job. Your job was to do school work, and abide the campus rules, which you did none of. You're being expelled." He said.

And my heart sunk. Fuck.

"And I see that you live away from home. I've already spoken to your parents via telephone, and they've told me you have a relative near by. So you're going to live with them the remaining of the school year." He said.

Wow. Seems like my new hobby is fucking up the things I love.

"Okay." I said. I tried to act like my heart hadn't jusy been stomped on.

"And.." he continued," since we don't belong to a school district, as a private school of the arts, you'll be going to a new school 'district' with all new people, and new teachers, and new teaching policies." He said.

I felt like I wanted to cry, but for some reason not a single tear threatened to spill over my waterline.

"What school?" I asked, as if I'd know any he would say.

"Henry Harriet High. It's and A rated school. You're a smart kid Jorge, we hope you make wiser decisions over there." He said.

Yeah, even I know that isn't likely.

The police collected the pot off of the desk, and walked out of the room.

I was allowed to leave now, too.

So I did.

I knew the relative I would be staying with. That was the only good part about any of this.

I walked out to see my brother, waiting for me on a chair. He stood up the moment he saw me.

I haven't seen him in years. He took of after he came out to our parents as gay. They told him they didn't accept that, and he needed to leave. So he did.

"Hi." I said, waving.

He chucked, punching my shoulder lightly.

"Let's go. You can tell me what all happened later, if you want." He said.

I remained silent, as we walked to his car.

It was nice. Clean. Smelled like coconut.

God he might be gayer than me.

He turned on the radio, and began to tap his fingers to the beat of it on his steering wheel.

"How far of a drive?" I asked.

"About 2 hours. Feel free to nap." He said.

I nodded, taking the idea and closing my eyes.

A coconut scented nap. Honestly is better than a weed scented one.

I guess.

Whatever.
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I woke up to my brother shaking me. I opened my eyes. It was dark out.