![]() It did, however, have one of those yellow signs at the end of the block that read: “Dead End.” It was unusual since there was another subdivision on the other side, but due to some neighborhood association or city zoning thing, there was a wall that separated them. There were a couple of nice houses out that way, but nothing strange or spectacular. I took off, intending to just ride around until I got myself centered.īenton Boulevard was a dead-end. It should’ve been a little creepy, but it felt comforting in its own way. Nothing ever happened in our neighborhood, so I knew my parents wouldn’t be worried, even being out this early, but there was a decent amount of fog. It was still fairly dark when I went out. That’s what I wanted more than anything else, to just be alone. Out there, on the sidewalks in our neighborhood, I could be alone. I didn’t have a car I could drive yet, even with my learner’s permit under my belt, but it didn’t matter. Riding my bike always made me feel better. So, I got up, left my parents a note, got on my bike, and went for a ride. I woke up at six in the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I wanted the day to end and to see if I could make the weekend better. I just wanted to go home and lie face down in bed and forget the world existed. My mom picked me up, and the first thing she asked me was why I was being such a pain. I didn’t even fight, and they still told me I was in a lot of trouble. I spent the rest of the day in the office after they called my parents. I accidentally knocked over a junior’s lunch tray, and he took a swing at me. I was in such a bad mood that it only made the rest of the day worse. The best I could hope for in that class now was a “C”, and knowing the rest of my work, that wasn’t likely. It was a huge part of my grade, and it counted for nothing. I left my essay I had worked on for days at home. I got written up because it counted as an unexcused absence, and I already had too many for the semester. As a result, I missed the bus, and my Dad, already running late for work himself, dropped me off twenty minutes late. My mom left early for a dental appointment and didn’t wake me up like she usually does, and my alarm clock got knocked loose and didn’t go off. Friday is supposed to be a good day, the last day of school for the week, but that’s not how it went. There are things worse than high school, and I hope you don’t go through what I did. My parents always say I have no idea what “tough” is.īut I think I do now. You can’t do this, you can’t go out, TV has to be off, and people just don’t understand how tough life can get. When you’re a teenager, everything is unfair.
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