Snow
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I don’t know what exactly I did wrong to deserve this treatment. I stood up to a bully, won the fight and everyone ends up treating me like the bad guy. There is no such thing as justice. I’ve been sitting in the principal’s office for at least two hours now. The Dean’s Assistants told me I needed to wait here until the principal was finished talking with the other kid. What I find funny is that this guy has been picking on me for the entirety of my senior year of High School here at Oswego East, and I have yet to catch his name. This place could use some dusting, I mean you’re the principal of a slightly recognized high school, you should make yourself a little more presentable. Speak of the devil; the principal just walked in with the imbecile who started this mess.
“ I’ve listened to both stories, and I’ve come to a decision. You will each get a five day suspension and will resume your education when you return.” He said with a very calming tone.
“I want you both to understand that this school will not tolerate violent action no matter what the reason may be,” He said sternly as he threw a glare at me.
“Yes sir,” the bully and I said in unison.
We were told to leave the office and wait for our parents to arrive. The bully got off easily with his parents. Typical, his lack of discipline is what lead to his detestable behavior, he’ll get what he deserves someday. My parents however, were not so forgiving. When they arrived, I could see the disappointment and disgust in their eyes. We met with Officer Warren to discuss charges and all that legal business, I’ve never been one for the justice system, but I do enjoy seeing justice be served. He said that it was more than likely that the bully’s family will press charges and they will most definitely win.
The car ride home was almost deathly silent. I avoided eye contact with my mom in the rearview mirror of her Honda CR-V. The moment everyone was in the kitchen, Satan himself would have cowered in fear.
"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Screamed mom, "I can't believe this is the son that I raised! Do you have any idea how much your stupid actions are going to cost us? Do you have any idea what you've done?"
I stood there not saying a word and taking everything she threw at me. Each insult and negative comment more painful than the last. I wondered why this was happening to me, why doing the right thing was causing me so much grief. They sent me off to my room for the night and told me that we will discuss my punishment tomorrow. When I got to my room, I nearly destroyed everything. I was so angry and distraught about the whole situation; it felt as if my life was collapsing around me. As a result of my little tantrum, my parents were coming upstairs to my room. I was not about to take any more crap from them so I locked the bedroom door. They were infuriated by this and so I decided to do something which I had never contemplated before, run away. I quickly tied up my bed sheets and comforter. The clock was my worst enemy now more than ever as I twisted and turned my sheets into knots. I threw my makeshift rope out the window with one end tied to the leg of my bed. I took a glance back at the bedroom door which was in the process of being unlocked, I felt terrible about what I was doing, but it was too late to turn back. I have already begun my way down to the backyard.
There weren’t very many places for me to go. I thought of going to my best friend, Miguel’s house, but that was too obvious of a choice. But then again, no one ever expects someone to do the obvious in my situation. I sprinted to Miguel’s as quickly as I could. When I arrived at his corner lot house, my heart was pounding against my ribcage. When he answered the door I explained to him my predicament. He did not seem very surprised by what had transpired, he and I have always talked about the possibility of me running from home in the past. Although neither of us would have ever thought that I would actually go through with such a plan. He asked me to come inside and avoid being seen as my parents would most likely come looking for me sometime. I agreed to hide out in the basement as this was safer than any other option.
The next few months were smooth sailing. Any and all confrontations with Miguel's parents were easily avoided with my living in the basement. What I found insanely humorous is the fact that my parents did not even bother to come looking for me. I think that being in that basement for so long may have driven me a little insane. I kind of found an odd sense of peace while being in the darkness for so long. Of course I was not always hiding in the basement. Occasionally when his parents were gone, Miguel and I would go up to the second floor to play some videogames and talk about the past and the future. The time for him to go to college in Chicago was drawing near and I had no options on what to do or where to go. Miguel had my back though, we agreed to share an apartment in the city so long as I can find a job that has sufficient pay. The day finally came to leave Lakewood Creek and move to Chicago, we took off in Miguel's silver P.T. Cruiser into the unknown. Unsure of our future and ourselves. One thing is for certain, this is only the begining of our adventure...
What do you guys think?
“ I’ve listened to both stories, and I’ve come to a decision. You will each get a five day suspension and will resume your education when you return.” He said with a very calming tone.
“I want you both to understand that this school will not tolerate violent action no matter what the reason may be,” He said sternly as he threw a glare at me.
“Yes sir,” the bully and I said in unison.
We were told to leave the office and wait for our parents to arrive. The bully got off easily with his parents. Typical, his lack of discipline is what lead to his detestable behavior, he’ll get what he deserves someday. My parents however, were not so forgiving. When they arrived, I could see the disappointment and disgust in their eyes. We met with Officer Warren to discuss charges and all that legal business, I’ve never been one for the justice system, but I do enjoy seeing justice be served. He said that it was more than likely that the bully’s family will press charges and they will most definitely win.
The car ride home was almost deathly silent. I avoided eye contact with my mom in the rearview mirror of her Honda CR-V. The moment everyone was in the kitchen, Satan himself would have cowered in fear.
"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Screamed mom, "I can't believe this is the son that I raised! Do you have any idea how much your stupid actions are going to cost us? Do you have any idea what you've done?"
I stood there not saying a word and taking everything she threw at me. Each insult and negative comment more painful than the last. I wondered why this was happening to me, why doing the right thing was causing me so much grief. They sent me off to my room for the night and told me that we will discuss my punishment tomorrow. When I got to my room, I nearly destroyed everything. I was so angry and distraught about the whole situation; it felt as if my life was collapsing around me. As a result of my little tantrum, my parents were coming upstairs to my room. I was not about to take any more crap from them so I locked the bedroom door. They were infuriated by this and so I decided to do something which I had never contemplated before, run away. I quickly tied up my bed sheets and comforter. The clock was my worst enemy now more than ever as I twisted and turned my sheets into knots. I threw my makeshift rope out the window with one end tied to the leg of my bed. I took a glance back at the bedroom door which was in the process of being unlocked, I felt terrible about what I was doing, but it was too late to turn back. I have already begun my way down to the backyard.
There weren’t very many places for me to go. I thought of going to my best friend, Miguel’s house, but that was too obvious of a choice. But then again, no one ever expects someone to do the obvious in my situation. I sprinted to Miguel’s as quickly as I could. When I arrived at his corner lot house, my heart was pounding against my ribcage. When he answered the door I explained to him my predicament. He did not seem very surprised by what had transpired, he and I have always talked about the possibility of me running from home in the past. Although neither of us would have ever thought that I would actually go through with such a plan. He asked me to come inside and avoid being seen as my parents would most likely come looking for me sometime. I agreed to hide out in the basement as this was safer than any other option.
The next few months were smooth sailing. Any and all confrontations with Miguel's parents were easily avoided with my living in the basement. What I found insanely humorous is the fact that my parents did not even bother to come looking for me. I think that being in that basement for so long may have driven me a little insane. I kind of found an odd sense of peace while being in the darkness for so long. Of course I was not always hiding in the basement. Occasionally when his parents were gone, Miguel and I would go up to the second floor to play some videogames and talk about the past and the future. The time for him to go to college in Chicago was drawing near and I had no options on what to do or where to go. Miguel had my back though, we agreed to share an apartment in the city so long as I can find a job that has sufficient pay. The day finally came to leave Lakewood Creek and move to Chicago, we took off in Miguel's silver P.T. Cruiser into the unknown. Unsure of our future and ourselves. One thing is for certain, this is only the begining of our adventure...
What do you guys think?
