Be My Saving Grace

I slammed the front door shut and stalked to my car, on my way to school. I arrive at the school building grumbling to myself.
Another day, another school.

My lovely mother kept trying to encourage me before I left. “Oh Ben, you’re a good guy. Remember, it’s a new day. Try not to get in trouble again.” I knew perfectly well that she was implying that I shouldn’t get myself arrested or expelled on my first day at yet another new school. Its not like I ask for trouble though, it comes to me, like I’m a magnet. And who am I to turn down any fun?