1986
Kirk's POV
I guess you could say I'm a "problem child." I ran away from home multiple times, I do drugs, and I drink. So I guess I wouldn't be surprised when my mom said I'll be going to some boarding school thousands of miles away from home for god knows how long.
"It'll be for the best" She said as she helped me pack my bag.
"Yeah, that's what they all say.." I mumbled.
"Aw, Kirk don't get like that. Me and your father only want the best for you. What you're doing right now...it's not the best for the future. We want to change that. Besides, this school has a lot of good reviews, y'know."
I roll my eyes. Yeah but they could be lying. I thought to myself.
My mom stood up from her spot on the floor. "Well, your bag is all packed. I also left a flyer for the school for you. You should read it. Maybe it'll change how you view the school right now!"
I watched as she left the room. Then, I started to cry. My vision getting blurry and my throat getting that weird lump. So my parents are just giving up on me? Why? Just like everyone else?
"Maybe if you actually talked to me and listened I wouldn't turn to drugs to cope." I muttered.
As I lay on my bed thinking about what will happen, I continued to sulk. Oh suck it up Kirk. Be a man. Boys don't cry. My voice in my head told me.
A train of thoughts were circling around me. What if this school is abusive? What if my parents just forget about me while I'm there? What if I get bullied?
I chuckle sadly. You're just overthinking, Kirk.
I sigh as I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep. Trying to push the bad thoughts away. Ignoring the fucked up part of me telling me to kill myself so I can avoid confrontation to my issues. A small part of me thinks that maybe the school will be good. Maybe I should get fixed or whatever the fuck society thinks.
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The next morning I'm awoken by the smell of bacon and chatter in the kitchen. It's almost a normal morning for me but then I remember that.
"Guess I better get up..."I mumble as I throw on an Iron Maiden shirt and the first pair of jeans I find.
I walk out to the kitchen and I'm greeted by my mom and dad. "Hey sweetie! Want some bacon?" My mom asks.
I didn't get a chance to reply because she's already putting some on a plate. I don't get why people don't wait for a reply and continue to do things. What if I didn't want bacon? But it's whatever, I wanted some.
"Hurry up and eat that. We need to catch your flight." My dad says.
In my mind I flip him off. Since fucking when did you even care about me? You only talked to me whenever I was in trouble.
I gulped down my breakfast and grabbed my bag. We where then out the door. The car ride was quite awkward. I guess when you were driving to the airport to take your kid to a boarding school instead of Disneyland, there's not a lot to talk about.
"Okay Kirk, the flyer says there's gonna be some school staff waiting for you and then you'll go on the plane. Got it?" My mom says as she gives me a hug.
"Okay." I said as I reluctantly hug her back. I get she's trying to be nice. But I don't feel like hugging her when she's sending me away because she doesn't have the guts to deal with me like any other parent would.
I look up at my dad. He gives me a tense nod. "Don't get in trouble here, sport."
"I won't.."
"No I mean it Kirk. We're sending you here so you're not some disappointment in the family." He said, sneering at the last part.
I shut my mouth. I don't feeling like arguing with that fucker. I turn around and walk into the airport. I guess I'm really by myself now, huh?
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I wander around the airport, trying to find the school staff, when I realize that I don't even know the name of the school.
I could just run away. But then someone might file me as a missing person. And then that'll get me in even more trouble. I also have no money and I have no idea where I'd go. So I didn't.
I go to a bench and set my bag in my lap, rummaging through trying to find the flyer for the school. I give a sigh of relief when I find it. I open it and find out that the school is named Crestview Therapeutic Boarding School. I also find out it's in Wyoming. I look over the flyer. It actually look quite nice! There's horseback riding, activities, and more.
"Interesting." I mutter to myself.
Then I snap back to reality and remember I have to find the staff. The flyer says to look for people wearing a light blue polo with the schools name on it. I wander around the airport and then find the staff.
"Uh hi.." I said with a shy smile.
"Hello, you must be Kirk right?" Said a guy who doesn't look much older than me. Just very strong compared to my scrawny ass.
"Yes." I replied.
"Perfect, we'll have you follow us then." Said another guy.
I followed them to the gate designated to Wyoming, grabbing my bag tightly out of nervousness.
"I'm bill, by the way." Said the one my age. "And this is Steve."
"Okay." I mumble.
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We stand there awkwardly while we wait for the plane. I stand there watching the happy families and businessmen as they come and go. I wish I wasn't going to the boarding school, to be honest.
After a few minutes an annoyingly high pitched lady came on the intercom. "Hello, San Francisco International airport! Flight B209 headed to Wyoming is now leaving. Flight B209 headed to Wyoming is now leaving."
"Come on kid, let's get on the flight." Said Steve. "Don't make us do it the hard way." He added in a quite aggressive tone, may I add.
I complied and the three of us got on the plane. We sat down in the back. I smiled as I got to sit in the window seat. I listen to the flight attendant as she gives announcements and rules for the plane.
The flight then takes off and I sit there thinking about how the school might be...what if the flyer is lying?
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The plane then lands. Thank god, it was boring. Bill, Steve, and I left. They then led me to a van parked outside with the schools logo on it. "Get in, please." Ordered Bill as he took my bag. He then put it in the trunk.
The whole process of Steve and Bill driving me to Crestview is weird. How would I know if they're kidnapping me or not? We drive for a few hours in silence with the occasional conversation between Steve and Bill.
Once we neared a dirt road, Bill turned to look at me from the passengers seat. "Sow how'd you end up here anyways?"
I freeze. I don't wanna tell why! What if they judge me? Or say that I have no future? I'm trying really hard to be better. Can people see that? Why are people giving up on me? Anxiety rushes through me and sweat trickles down my neck. Thankfully, I didn't get a chance to answer. Because we arrived at Crestview.
I look through the window at a sign that says welcome to Crestview boarding school
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Authors note: Hi guys! I know Kirk doesn't really seem like himself at the moment. It's because he feels alone and that nobody cares about him. That'll of course change when he meets you know who 😏. And I know kirks parents aren't even all that bad and I bet they're really sweet, this is just how Kirk views them atm.