Boys vs. Girls

New School

Hey guys it's me. This is a new story that I'm basing off of my childhood recess at school. Most of the stuff in this story didn't actually happen so don't expect to try and find this kind of school. Because you will NOT succeed in finding a school like it. So this story is pretty much fiction. Alright here it is.

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My parents never liked me. They always sent me away to boarding schools, summer camps, and once to Hawaii by myself. They hate me. I love them but i know for a fact that they want nothing to do with me. So I ran away once. They didn't care but one of my friends parents had seen me stealing food out of there house so she brought me back to my parents. I know stupid to go to my friends house to steal food but my friend told me I could so I wasn't actually stealing. Her mom just happened to see me once and so she dragged me to her car then drove me home.

It was so hilarious when my parents were told. They just sat there drowning their sorrows in whiskey. They didn't really care. once she figured that out she just left me there and went back to her house.

So now this is the, let's see here, 10th boarding school that they have sent me too. I didn't care anymore not like I had a say of where I wanted to go anymore. Child protective services had come in and taken me away a week ago. But my parents got me back somehow. So now their sending me to this one for good. Nothing I can do here will get me sent back. All the others I did anything that would get me to be sent home. When I was in first grade I wouldn't stop crying because I was homesick, so they sent me back. So yeah each grade they've sent me to one or two boarding schools up until now.  First grade I went to one, 2nd: I went to two, 3rd: one, 4th: two, 5th: one, 6th: one, and 7th: one.

This year I’m in 8th grade. The school I’m going to is called "Syob and Slrig Thgif Academy." I think its like french or something. I can't really pronounce it, but that's how its spelled. You can try and figure the correct pronunciation out. The brochure said that it was the strictest school in the world. With a uniform and everything. No roommates, no colorful painted walls, you can't even hang up band posters. What am I supposed to do with all of my Green Day and Owl City posters that are in one of my many bags. I have like 15 bags full of stuff that will probably be taken away as soon I step into the doors, but oh well. I have ways of getting it back and hiding it. I've done it before.

The cab driver turned up a song by Justin Bieber and started to sing(more like scream) along, much to my annoyment. I pulled out my iPod touch and turned it to full blast on 'Pray for you' by Jaron and the Long Road to Love. I could just faintly hear the driver but I ignored him and listened to my iPod.

I thought I was going to die by the time we got to the school. The cab driver had apparently put in a JB CD and put it to full blast. The cab was vibrating and I could feel every word and beat. You can probably tell by now that I am annoyed by Justin Bieber.

I mean I did used to like him but then after listening to his song Baby for a while I got super annoyed by it and moved on to other music. I don't really like it as much anymore, as you can tell. I gave up trying to tune it out and stared out the window, looking out at the academy grounds.

The driveway up to the school was lined with trees, and grassy fields laid behind it. The property was huge! I swear it was a college campus. Some kids were playing football as we got closer to the school. We passed by them and they stopped to look curiously at the cab before continuing there game.

The cab driver finally put me out of my misery and turned off the cab. He got out and came around to open my door. I grabbed my bag and switched off my iPod then got out. The driver went to the trunk and got my bags and suitcases and started carrying them to the entrance. I slung my messenger bag over my head and followed behind him. Some guy opened the door for us. He stopped the  cab driver and took my bags from him.