Ok. I was at school bored because I finished lunch period 20mins before my next class so I started writing down another story that I was thinking about.
I told my father he was being unreasonable. That boarding school was a ridiculas place to send me. It was like a prison. Somewhere I didn't want to be, but he didn't seem to care. My mother went against him on this, but didn't win the fight. She gave up as soon as he had finished his speech about how it was best. I didn't see his point, how was I suppose to? I sighed. I just finished packing my things; I really didn't have a choice anyway. The flight was tomorrow, at 8:15am. My friend Angela was dropping me off at the airport to say goodbye. I was going to miss her. She's been one of my best friends since the second grade.