Mr, King, was principal at Looser High, this was an alternative school for the loss and forgotten.

More detention went on in this school then learning. Everday I would get up and watch the school bus pick up my friends and take them to my old High School. It made me sad sometimes.

My parents really never took an intrest in anything I was doing so I became a loss cause. I had two years left in school only because the law says I have to stay in school because I was still consider a minor.

One day, I got up and a box fell out of my closet with all my detention slips, and demerit slips. I stood there stairing at them as it had to be over a hundred of them and this was just for a half of year of school.

I went to the bathroom and I stood there look at my self in the mirror wondering why?

How did I get so messed up.

I started to cry for what seem like an hour or so, then I went down stairs look at my father and ask “Why don’t you care?”

He ignored me at first, his back turned away from me.