"Do I really have to be here?" I think.

High School, the "best years of your life". Well I had already spent a few in high school and with 3 more years still to go, I was hardly overjoyed.

But here I was, standing outside the ninth high school I would ever attend. My dad said the next stop would be military school.

There was a flag on either side of the door to the foyer. "How bloody American." I think dryly. You don't see shit like that back in Australia.

I stride through the front doors and into the unknown.