Don’t Lock Me In Again
My sister, Judy Easton, skipped school and started dating way too early, but our parents sent me, the straight-A kid, to a juvenile behavioral correction center, saying it was to teach her a lesson.
"Judy, take a good look at William. Act up again, and you're going there, too."
My family showed up to visit every so often.
The first year, an instructor blew out my eardrum. I was covered in blood, gripping the bars, begging for help.
Dad pointed at me while talking to Judy.
"Look at him. Still can't follow simple instructions. If you don't listen to us, you'll end up just like him."
The second year, the instructor broke both my legs.
My parents stood over my bed and said, "Look at you,
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