As soon as we got into the van she started up again. I just cranked up my ipod closed my eyes and drifted. Wade had given me some kinda crack based shit to get me through the ordeal and I had popped it just before we set out. Willow Ridge. Willow fucking Ridge what kind of a name is that? She reached back into the back seat and yanked the earplug outa my ear. “Do you hear young lady? The last chance. I just can’t take it any more. You were out all night again last night. Look how you dress for your interview. Are you…”

I stuck the earplug back in and moved further back into the van. That bitch never stops, the same goddam shit over and over. No wonder I took a swing at her last week. I hugged my knees and rocked to “Chingy” and got lost in the colors and images that the songs brought out.

I told Wade I’d be back tonight and we could get high and make out. There is no way I’m going back to school, prep school, high school, no fucking school. I’m gonna hobo with Wade as soon as his parole is over. We’re gonna make our way out west… West and South… I’m gonna sing and Wade is gonna learn to play the guitar. We’re gonna stay high and screw and get the hell outa Dodge.

I’m just staying with them for the money I can cop or schmooze out of them. I just play one against the other but they both just piss me off. I love Wade and he loves me. I’ll get outa this school business immediately. School Administrators are as clueless as parents. You just have to have the balls to use their asinine rules and morality against them. They are so easy.

The ride took forever. Stuck with these two. Even though I had my music and was pretty high, they still get to you. They wanna cross every boundary I got. Get into my head. Change me. I hate them. I thought about Wade and I. How we made out last night and I got all wet remembering how he went down on me. God, I love Wade.

We found the school after two wrong turns and a big row between the pair of them. Every trip was exactly the same. If they changed one thing about themselves I’d have a shit hemorrhage. She can’t read a map he would complain. He can’t follow directions was her response and off they would go. Since I was strapped into a car seat, the same fucking thing, trip after trip. If you didn’t have to sit through it, it would be funny.

If you’ve ever traveled through Vermont and seen one of their snotty schools you know about the stone gate and the tree-lined drive and the row of trees and the ivy. This place was no surprise. Same old, same old. Inside the vestibule was all wood and leaded glass and it stunk. All pretentious bullshit. Mom loved it. Dad had to show he was not impressed. Nothing fucking changes. She even tried to straighten the back of my skirt. Can you imagine. I just shook her off. “For God’s sake mother!”

Some dyke lady dressed like Darth Vader without the helmet greeted us and led us into a waiting room. She was a big lady. She looked like one of those opera singers… huge breast… She wasn’t as fat as she was big. A football player, that’s what she looked like. I dubbed her Lurch and chuckled. Pill still working.

The pair of them went in the office with this Reins guy. A typical head master. Seen them before. Straight. Unbending. Stern. A real tough guy. I would crack him in about ten minutes. This was going to be easy.

I heard the stupid bitch sobbing in there and hated her weakness. Maybe that is why I belted her. They came out and the pompous ass wanted to talk to me. Mom started to say something about, “Be polite..” but I walked away before she could finish.

I pushed open the door and stood staring at the stuffed shirt. He was taking in a real eyeful. I figured he was one of those school guys who are in it to ogle the girls and be in charge of them. There are lots of them. They are really afraid of a girl screaming "rape", or "he touched me here."

They always like to have someone else present when they are with you. Never close the door. They like to peek up skirts and wank their little peters at night over the class pictures. He asked me to sit and followed me across the room. Yep, I had this guy figured out. He was undressing me. I kinda get a kick outa teasing guys like that but today I would just use his weakness to get kicked the hell outa his office.

He got up to close the door behind me and he had a pecker on. Can you believe it? I sloped into the chair and I gave him a good look at my legs. This prick was really drinking me in, an old perv. I decided to scare the shit outa him. “Are you a perv or something? You’re really scoping me out. I’ve been to private schools. I’ll bet you’re a peeper, hanging around the stairwell. That kind of shit. I can’t believe it. How’s this?” I spread my legs and gave him a panty shot. He damn near swallowed his tongue. There’s no way he’d want this kind of trouble. “I thought so. Jesus Christ, another one.”

He sorta surprised me by bringing up my record but I knew he was just saving his ridiculous pride. I couldn’t help admiring his cool though. This guy was different. Ah, what the hell did I care. I was outa there. He went out to see “dummy and maddy”. He’d suggest a more appropriate school. Some goddam reform school no doubt. I didn’t even have to listen. I just plugged in my ipod and waited for them to come and get me. Mom would be in tears. What a case she is.