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" you tell them to come get me at around eight"
" mommy! westley hit me in the face ,and now im bleeding really bad !!"
me and my roommate where awaken by yelling. my roommate was more dumb founded. once he heard the second single voice my roommate left the room and knew he wasn't going to convince me to get up .
" listen, moore, you dont want to be here,and quite honestly, we dont want you here, so i have drawn you a map of how to get to the train station ''
I began lightly punching my sisters arm , finally fed up shani told me to stop as she turned around my right knuckle skipped of her shoulder and into her bottom lip leaving a red mark. when my mother saw she pulled her right hand and slapped me .
the door slammed in my face . welcome to military school. this wasn't like I expected . everything was strict and we had to follow all the rules and be very respectful.
" i am going to let you talk on the phone for five minutes, and that is it for the rest of plebe system"
sergeant Austin had given me a map of how to get to the station.i was overwhelmed with happiness. there was nothing more I wanted than to be with my family and join my friends. I thanked him and set my alarm for midnight and was ready for the big night.
I felt like I was getting no where. I lost my control, my pace and my bearing. I was defeated, I sat on a rock and began to cry. I heard movement in the trees and realized the directions Austin gave me where fake. and I went straight to the officers office.
I used my time to call my mother. once she picked up she was confused on to why I was calling and If I was okay. I told her id promise to be a better son and go to school and get good grades but to please take me home. she said no because of the hard work she made to pay for it .
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