They told me it was because of my behavior. Well, it started out like that…

They told me I was never going to succeed in the world, never going to make it anywhere with my attitude and demeanor, especially with the high expectations society holds these days. They told me I had great things in my future but because of my friends, I fell into the trap of defiance and distrust, so they let me go.

In reality, It had nothing to do with that...well not all of it. There are a few truths in what they told me but in my opinion, their words only made it seem whole heartedly bad.

I loved my life to the simplest of things. I never wrote out of line or got into fights and I was okay being the good child…

But good things brought on bad outlooks.

I was always caged, sheltered, not daring to cross the line dividing the outside world and my parents shadow… but it was simple, and i liked it. Every day I woke up, ate my early morning meal, got driven to school by my father, spent the school day alone- and if anything studying- then at the end of the day headed straight home. I wasn’t necessarily a nerd, I wasn’t a recluse or loner either, I have friends- mind you- but compared to the people I know now, they seemed nothing more than simple acquaintances that happened to cross paths with me multiple times a day.

My parents felt as if the strings they had holding me down were suddenly clipped and torn by none other than those precious friends, and because of my disgrace upon seeing my startling grades these past few semesters, I was shipped to an exclusive private school for the unwanted children of modern day society.

Now it’s a whole different story.

My life now has a new outlook and objective. I don’t mind people talking about me as I walk down the street or as I pass the multiple doors of my living quarters, I don’t mind having a life where if you can’t live in a fast pace world, you won’t be able to survive.

I really don’t mind and I really don’t care.

That day, I’ll never forget it. Even if it was only a week ago, my mother’s look of utter dismay and my father’s attempt at fighting his anger signaled the final straw. My parents had snapped and it only took one phone call to the headmaster of the school to send my life into oblivion.

The small amount of strength I had at that time was left to kicking and screaming. The second my father put the phone down, I bolted down the staircase of my home and into the driveway, spotting my friends barely walking past my home to theirs.

“THEY’RE GONNA TAKE ME AWAY. HELP ME, PLEASE!” I screamed, I begged, running full force. The tears starting to form by both my anguish and the air rushing against me. Their faces were a few of my last memories there in Sunny California.

I didn’t have a chance; the wind was knocked out of me as I was hauled into a car by my family’s long-term bodyguards. I grabbed fistfuls of the man’s suit as he uttered apologies to me, something about being ordered to do it. To hell did I care though… I didn’t want to leave, you wouldn’t want to either if you were me.

The last inch of self-pride was washed away as the tears flowed like rivers onto the leather seating of my father’s car. I fiercely tried to pry the windows and doors open, hoping to run back into reality but it was no use, I was a prisoner and this was my cell.

I was mentally ill from the sight of my best friends being held back by more of the suited bodyguards, holding them back and pushing them out of the gates like animals, this was our final goodbye to each other.

The sight was sickening, I was screaming bloody murder and I felt like I was going to bash my head against the glass framing of the windows all to end my life. The beating of my heart became too loud for my ears, bantering them to pop. Everything was too much for me and the next thing I knew, I out.

So that’s my story so far...it’s boring, it’s stupid, and so very unrealistic, but that’s the truth.