"You're done!' she spat "You're a disrespectful little brat and I want you out of my house"

"You are an arrogant ungrateful human being Aerona!" He scolded.

"This was your last chance! If you think I am bluffing about spending millions on boarding school you are so wrong!"

Mr. and Mrs. Cruise; my parents who have had enough of my delinquent activity.I don't understand why they couldn't acknowledge that this was who I am.I enjoyed drinking and I was going to talk back to whoever I wanted.

I couldn't disagree with the nasty comments they made about my personality because it was all true statements.Trust me I can be way worst they what they've made me out to be but it's not my fault I act like this.

"You're sending me to Boarding school," I say blankly.I wasn't affected at all by this threat, I wasn't angered and I wasn't Sad.Yes, would miss all my friends back in Beacon Park HighSchool but boarding school sounded exhilarating.

"Damn straight! Pack you're bags now!" My father scolded grabbing me by the hair and throwing my body out of their room.I stumbled across the floor and found my balance to start packing.If I wasn't so exited to be leaving this horrid place I'd be crying or screaming in anger but I wasn't.So I started throwing items and clothing into suitcases.

I took my precious crystal heart necklace from around my neck and ripped it off with force breaking its chain.My mother had given it to me a couple years back and I was so in love with its beauty that no matter what she'd done to me or how much she pissed me off I'd still wear it.But transferring me to some therapeutic boarding school for troubled teenagers in the city was the last straw.

I threw the necklace out the window of my room and watched it fall and sink into the muddy watered puddle below.

"Hurry The FUCK up Aerona!"

"What're you going to do send me there now at 12am?!" I retort back straining my throat.

"Keep giving that attitude and it's military school instead!" she threatens.

"Bitch" I muttered but she still heard me because the woman has fucking sonic hearing.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" She rushed into my room with narrowed eyebrows and red tempered cheeks.

"Nothing!" I groaned and
Whoosh just like that, she slapped me.Her nails left marks on my cheek when her hand harshly met with my cheek along with a reddish-bluish bruise.She slapped so hard that the pain was everlasting and tears wanted to fall out but I didn't let anyone see me cry.

"Tomorrow is you're last day at Beacon! If you're home a minute later than 5 o'clock you're going to feel it!" She spat and I wiped my face to get her spit off my humid face.She stomped out of my small cramped room and slammed the door behind her so roaring that the sound echoed around the room.

You're probably wondering what I could've done that was so grievous for her to want to send me to Boarding School.

Back when I was twelve I gave attitude to everyone I knew; teachers, friends, my parents.If I gave too much of it I'd get kick around by my mother.When I turned thirteen I'd grown off my father's anger issues and bad drinking habits.I would've probably gotten into a few fights if my friends didn't stop me from cutting someone.I grew violent and angered and my attitude had grown worse.

Now at fifteen years old I got ahold of my fathers drinking habits and I stole from their winery and from my friends parents stash in the basement or wherever it was hid.I punched walls and cursed if a bitch even gave me the smallest bit of a bad tone.I fooled around with a couple of guys but never so much that I'd become a tramp over it.

Ever since then my parents have tried everything to be the sweet innocent young girl I used to be.Discipline; which included being beat with objects from every corner in the damn house.My friends call it abuse since most of them don't get hit with anything, since they're the golden child or their parents wouldn't dare to hit them.

The only other person I know who gets almost the same type of treatment I do is my best friend Kartini.Her parents barely hit her but she gets scolded and pushed around a whole lot.I wish I had it as easy as some of my other friends, I wish I had more people who could relate to me.

My mother had given me my final chance less than a week ago."And if you think I wont spend millions on boarding school to kick your ass out my house you're delusional.So if you think you'll just blow this off and act up on purpose I'm taking everything from you!" I remembered her words clearly ringing in my ears.It was so concerning that she lost her breath from scolding me all day about my attitude.

I knew I was going to act up again so I already warned everyone that I knew.Today I went out to a party that my parents forced me not to go to.I screamed at them saying how they "didn't trust me" and it was "unfair" which it was.I wasn't originally going to go but I wanted to get out of this wretched town and house anyway so I snuck out.

I escaped my room through my 7 foot window and slipped out and into the forest behind my house.I got as drunk as I could at that party and I returned home around 10pm.Which probably wasn't the best idea because for the past two hours I've been getting hit with a brush and scolded and screaming my lungs out to fight back at them.

"You always have something to say!" My father has always told me.He was always the easier one, he wasn't one for hitting me but he reprimand the shit out of me.He tells my mother every single piece of attitude I gave him no matter how bad it was and then she would "deal" with it.I didn't trust my father because of this, it's why I didn't tell him anything.For the past week I tried to act as obedient as I could in order to stay but then I realized that Boarding School couldn't be that bad.

I finished packing only taking a minimum amount of clothing since I knew I'd be getting some uniform a religious Sunday student would wear.I dragged my self to my bunk bed and I was glad my sister the youngest of our family who slept on the bottom bunk was at our grandmothers with my brother.I hated being the oldest having to take on responsibility for the both of my siblings but I loved them more than my parents even though they could be so annoying.

My brother Ace was eleven years old and was always pulling the stupidest pranks on me.Wether it was putrid rotten eggs in my hair or variations of alarm clock going off at 3 in the morning I could never be mad at him.My sister Ashley was Five years old and all she did was copy after my terrible attitude which made my parents even more disappointed in themselves.Ashely was going to be a good kid though I could tell that she's never go so far that she'd need the discipline that I'd receive.

I wrapped my arms around each other and placed them on my pillow on the top bunk.I placed my head on it's side on top of my arms in discomfort.I slept in the tight navy bluejeans and black ruffled top I had wore to the party because I had no need to change.There was no need nor point for anything here if I was leaving.