Like a piece of art.

"Jack Richard Daniel Duff.

Dear Jack,

Congratulations, Dean Timothy Hands and the admission committee members join me in the most rewarding part of my job - informing you that you were selected for admission to the Winchester College... "

My mother keeps talking but all I want to do is get out of here and not come back. She continues but the only thing I hear coming out of her mouth are words without meaning until I can't hear them anymore.

"Well?" She asks after at least five seconds of silence.

"It sucks" I lean on the sofa without looking at her.

"Jack!" She scolds me with "her stern voice." I look at her and I can see her growing anger.

"You know I don't want to go, mom"

"It's the deal, Jack"

"I know" is the only thing I say before getting up to go to my room.

I don't want to go to a stupid boarding school, I hate that things have been the way they were, I hate having made the mistakes I made, I hate myself and I mainly hate my father for forcing me to do something I absolutely don't want to do.

Go to a boarding school for men isn't the worst, the worst is that it's a boarding school for preppy men.