Car ride home. Rainy pitter-patter against rusting roof of car. I look outside too numb to cry but nature crying for me, her tears running down glass next to me.

"Brian, how could you do that? Making us look so bad in front of your counselor like that?"

"You ungrateful bastard! You were doing so well last year, it's like you are doing all of this to piss us off. Well it's your life that you're throwing away."

"If you want to throw everything away, you're free to do so, just don't do it under my roof."

I looked out the car window trying not to listen, but succeeding only in getting angry and plotting out how I was going to get back at the-I was going to drop out of school.

(go home)