My life was perfectly simple in America. Well, to me it was.

Sure I’ve been down at the police station a few times and almost got arrested, but hey that’s not my fault. I just have a few messed up friends.

Because of my friends my parents now think I’m a drug addict. I don’t smoke nothing less than hookah but now I have this reputation of being a drug junkie.

I haven’t even touched a single amount of the my crazy friends have been getting high on and now I’m being sent to another continent?

And live in a house full of hormone crazy teenage boys?

Well .