A/N:

Lexi: This story originally belonged to Jay-Jay360Sk8rbabe, but she has discontinued her fanfiction account. But being my cousin's best friend she gave me permission to continue this story. This story was called Cadet Courtney, but we, Alex and I, changed it to suit.

Alex: Plus someone else has now started a story called Cadet Courtney, so we wanted to change the name anyways.

Lexi: He He. Better to be original. Well I hope you enjoy.

When the going gets spoilt, the spoilt get going

Courtney's P.O.V.

My parents words rang round my head a thousand times before they sank in.

"W-what do you mean I've got out of control?" I asked, unsure of hat they were planning.

"Sweetie." My mother sighed, taking a seat next to me on the cream sofa and stroking my hair. "Not out of control, but too much."

"W-what do you mean too much, then?" I moved my eyes from my mother to my father. He was stroking his beard with a thinking look placed on his face.

"Courtney, lately you've turned into a spoilt child." He answered after a few minutes. "You've been taking us for granted and we need to stop it."

"Honey, you've become so self-absorbed you can't see what it's doing to us." I couldn't believe what my parents were saying. They were blaming me for all of this.

"What I'm doing to you? What about what your doing to me?" I cried. "You two are so wrapped up with work you never make time for me anymore." I pulled mybest sympathy worthy face and started the waterworks.

"Oh, Sweetie." My mother pulled me into a tight hug, I pretended to sob into her cashmere sweater.

"What we're doing is for the best." My father explained. "You need some time away from." He stopped and looked around the room. He took in every detail of each vase and china statue. He examined the individual threads on the rug. He reminisced on each precious family photograph. "Well, this." He sighed.

I pulled away from my mother and looked up at my dad. He couldn't be serious. I was hardly at home to get away from it all.

"What we're trying to say is your going to go away for a while." He mother smiled sadly at me.

"G-go away? Go away where?" I stuttered, unable to bear it all. My father took a seat he other side of me.

"Courtney, Angel, your going to go to a private school." I let out a sigh of relief. A private school would be better than the hell hole I was already in.

"It's like a boarding school in Washington D.C." My mother told me.

"Like a boarding scool?" I asked, how could something be like a boarding school?

"Well, you get to live there, but its not...exactly the thing your thinking of." My parents were starting to scare me, I was thinking of a posh place with good security and high-education. What were they thinking about?

"Courtney, you'll be attending Lincoln military school." My father was the one to drop the bombshell.

"M-millitary school?" I blinked a few times t get it into my mind. "WHAT?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Courtney, it's for the best." My mother tried to reason, but I was having none of it.

"NO! I REFUSE TO GO!" I screamed.

"It's no optional!" My father shouted. My father rarely shouted. I sank back down in my seat, felling depressed, feeling alone, feeling...like all of this was a mistake, which it was. I couldn't go to a military school. They train soldiers there, people who want to go into the army. I want to be a Lawyer, nothing to do with the army.

"Darling, you need to understand that you need some discipline in your life. The wild parties and the out of control spending has got to stop."

"I promise, no more parties, no more shopping. Just don't send me to military school, please don't." I begged, real tears prickling at my eyes.

"It's all been decided. You have to go start packing so you can leave tomorrow." My father said, before getting up and leaving for his home office. My mother kissed my forehead and did the same.

My head was swimming with questions. Mainly how could this happen? From what I could emember the parties hadn't been to out of control, sure the police might have been called once or twice...maybe three times, but it wasn't that big of a deal. All of things had bouht I had relly needed. Like that dress with matching shoes and purse. And the endless make-up supplies were neccisary. My parents however didn't see it that way. I was being shipped of to millitary school and that was that.