I said the generic goodbye's to my parents. You know, the, "I love you". "Call you when I get there". Those kind of things. I guess I should tell you that I am being sent to military school. And yes, I am a very troublesome boy. I get into fights and will happily destroy things when I can. Of course, this gets me into a lot of trouble at home, at school, and with other adults.
Growing up I really had no role models in my family. Both my parents were raging alcoholics and so, out of the best judgement from my horrible Aunt, at a very young age I was put up for adoption and since I was only four (And very cute) I was immediately taken by an older couple that I know call my parents. I loved my adopted dad but he never seemed like a role model. Always getting fired for this and that. It was only a couple years ago, at the age of fourteen that I found out that my adopted dad was a convicted felon for drug smuggling. Supposedly he didn't know what he was getting into and that his boss was forcing him to do this. I don't think any one really believes this. He is who he is though and he has completely left that life behind. I think...
My father just never, well he was never there to help me. Although he was almost never at work he was gone for one reason or another. I would ask him to play ball with me or to help me with my homework but he would always respond with the same thing. "I'm busy but I will get around to it." He was always very nice but he just never got involved with my life.
My mother, well my adopted mother was always trying to get involved with my life but half the time she was gone to work. She worked at a company that forced her to go out of town quite often. This meant that although she wanted to she couldn't really spend time with me.
I guess this all helped to force me into the place that i'm at now. Getting onto an old bus and being sent away from home. When my parents told me what they were gonna do it shouldn't have surprised me. They were always telling me about how if I didn't "Straighten my act up.' They would send me to military school. The school had already suggested this as a good idea. And when I say school. I mean the school I had been transferred to after getting into to much trouble at my other two schools.
The first school I had gone to was a nice middle school. I was very lucky when I got in because it was an almost brand new school with a perfect reputation. Of course I took that for granted as I do everything else in my life. I cussed out a teacher, got terrible grades, and got into one to many fights. I was sent from there to a school for the "Behaviorally troubled". I was angry at the world when I got this news and I put a promise forth to myself that I would stay out of trouble and not do anything wrong. This actually worked for about six months and I was doing great. My grades were improving and I had even gained a few friends. My new school had even suggested that I be transferred back to my old school because of how well I was doing.
This was, until, I pushed a kid into a steel bar after he called me a "Retarded donkey".
It wasn't the fact that he called me this that bothered me so much. It was the fact that he said this directly after trying to copy off of my homework. When I threw the first punch I knew exactly what I was doing. I also knew exactly what the consequences would be. I didn't even stop at one punch. I kept throwing and throwing punches until I was pulled off of this undeserving mess of a kid.
