Snow Patrol's 'Chasing Cars' plays in the backround of my thoughts. I am itching to play the melody, but I may never get the chance. My Dad leans over the steering wheel, switching lanes to get past other cars, he's reckless. He's driving me to Military school, a.k.a. school for hellhounds.
He never told me why I had to go, but I guess it has to do with my "Perfect Reputation" back at Lincoln Acdemy. I got in plenty of fights there, protecting my badass friends. Of course no one would listen to us, so they listened to the jerks I beat up. After 1 fight I got detention, after 5 fights I got ISS (in school suspension), and after 11 fights I got expelled. So my stupid teacher, Mrs. Dwight, recommended I go to Military School in NC where her daughter,Bridgit, went to school.
I am starting at the middle of the second quater, so I probably won't make too many friends. But before I left Lincoln Academy my friends all chipped in and bought me the iTouch 4th generation. They downloaded it with all my favorite songs, so they know all never be alone. My dad agreed that he would pay for any songs I wanted because he believed that I hadn't started ALL the fights.
So, Dad drives further and further away from New York and closer and closer to North Carolina. I listen to playlist after playlist, each made by a friend, as I get closer and closer to my demise.
~Seven Hours Later~
"Alright, Max, we're here. Sweetheart,get up." My Dad's voice rings through my mind. Crap. I open my eyes to see him lightly shaking my shoulders. "I'll get the suitcases, you can get the bags."
"Fine." I mumble. I push open the car door and step out. The cool night air is chilly, and glancing down at my watch, it's 9:11. I walk around the trunk and grab my two duffle bags. I follow my Dad to the front entrence of the school, and he holds the door open for me. I close my eyes and walk into hell.
