My mom was pretty freaked out. My dad had to stay at work, but I knew I was going to get lectured later for what’d happened.

They always assumed things were my fault now.

Like I said, I’m not a bad kid. But good people can do bad things.

So I snuck out a few times.. well, a little more than few, but you get the idea. And maybe, once or twice, we got some toilet paper and a couple of eggs from K-Mart.

To many others, I am a “bad apple.”

I could really care less.

But now, I was being blamed for this fight. I was the one who was getting questioned by all these random people. Why couldn’t the principal just handle it?

No, it just had to be here in a hospital, after getting all of these scans and tests or whatever just to see if I had permanent brain damage. I was still in a hospital room, and this police guy was interrogating me.

He was one of those classic policemen, a little overweight with a funny mustache. The one who eats all the donuts when he’s supposed to be doing his job.