“Nope, not really, but I have done some pretty shitty thing that could have potentially got me in trouble; the last one landed me here, though,” I explained. “Now I’m interested; please tell the story” Cody raises his eyebrow, taunting me about what I have done. “Alright, let’s start with the first one, it was a month or so after Ashley’s burial, and some kid was saying some shitty things about her committing suicide in the school cafeteria, so I ended up breaking two of her teeth, pulling half her hair out, and she spent roughly eight months in the hospital from a head injury” I explained. The listening people wear shock on their faces. “What! I’m not some innocent kid that runs to mama whenever someone bullies or say shit about me, well anyways; parent settled that, and it didn’t get to the news; the second one would be when I vandalized some public property and then signed my father’s name and phone number on it, others were just minor like shoplifting and more vandalizing. The l

Chapter FourteenMr. Greystone looked shocked at my outburst, and for a moment, he looked sad, but he was quickly covered up. “Please calm down, Samantha. Let's talk without us getting angry,” he said with a smile. I nodded, swallowing my anger; I’m not quick to anger, trust me, and except for that douchebag Jerome, the only other people that get me riled up are my family.“Alright, I understand that you don’t want to be here, and honestly, none of the kids initially wanted to. They all had their own rebellious and anger issues at first until they realized that this isn’t a place where they are forced to be what they are not; we want you to change; we want you to be happy while you are here and even when you leave, so I’ll ask you, what is it that you want?” he asked looking into my eyes.The question hit me in a soft place What do I truly want?The whole reason why I became rebellious and always went against what my parents wanted was because of my twin sister; she was my best frie

Ethan looked taken aback by my outburst, the room fell silent, and no one said anything. I have many things I wanted to say but not to him, definitely not to him. He cleared his throat and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with me; I sighed and rested my back on the chair. “Get it over with, Ethan; you’ve got things to do, and so do I. I know whatever you are about to say is not your fault, and even if it is, I won’t blame you, so go ahead,” I urged, not wanting to spend any more time in the room with my mother’s male replica “Mom found out about Grace’" he finally said, and a shiver ran down my back; I balled my fist when the urge to smash something came over me. I knew they were trying to get in touch with me but weren’t to check on my well-being. When have they ever cared? “That's your fucking problem, Ethan; what does it have to do with me?” I asked, already knowing the answer to my question They never disappoint; they are so fucking predictable He sighed, still

What did I do last night? I stood up, went to Arla, and dragged her to the empty kitchen. She looked surprised at my action but didn’t try to fight back or struggle; I gave her my most pleading and innocent look. “What did I do last night?” I demanded, hating myself for drinking too much the night before until I forgot the whole night’s event. “It probably will be better if you remember yourself, and we all promised not to talk about it if you don’t remember,” she said apologetically, refusing to meet my face as she played with her bracelets. “Was it that bad?” I was scared of what a drunken Samantha would have done to get weird looks and even a bet made out of it. Was it something I was dying of embarrassment for? “Nope, it wasn’t bad; I think it's cute, and you have a very seductive and sexy personality when drunk. Poor Jerome didn’t know what to do with you” She giggled while explaining. I was about to probe and ask more questions that might give me a hint of what had happen

Chapter Twenty “You don’t get it, Aiden!” I whined, lying down on the couch in his office for my ‘session’ that only consisted of me talking and whining to Aiden, who always listens like the professional therapist that he is, He groaned playfully at me, rambling on about my predicaments, placed the book he was reading or pretending to read on the table, and slumped on the chair in a weird position that made his neck squeeze together.Mum would have been pissed if she saw him like that “Make me get it the; II mean, I don’t understand what other thing is there to get, he likes you a lot from what you have said, and you like him back. What is it I don’t get then?” he asked while sitting upright, trying as much as possible to make a serious face, to which he failed “That is the problem!” I groaned, not liking the way he was making the whole thing feel like a joke, but I should know better; he always takes things lightly, for longevity he said “What is?” he asked, confusion written on