30 Days in a Boarding School

Words spat out of his mouth and some his spit flew into my eye, I had the urge to wipe it off, but quickly stopped when I realized the situation I was in.

"You know what, Connor, I am sick and tired of your attitude," he kept talking, "I lived in a middle class family and had to work my way up to this position and you," he laughed dryly, "sit around all day, while your Daddy works and gets you money."

I grimaced, Ouch, that hurt.

"Dad, I didn't do anything wrong--" he interrupted me, his voice rising.

"Didn't do anything? You had drugs in your locker and got a 30 Day Suspension for it. How do you expect to go to college at this rate." His voice started to strain, "If you're mother was here," he sighed, "Connor I'm sending you to a boarding school for a while."

My eyes widened, He can't be serious, right?.

"You're going to see what it's like to live on $100 dollars a day." He rubbed his temples aimlessly.

"But, Dad," he gave me a stare, and I instantly shut my mouth.

30 Days in a Boarding School, I thought.