The night after the bad news of my departure was brought to me, I did as I was told pack some clothes, and also did what my head was screaming. I needed to predict my fate so badly so I dived into the internet making research on boot camps. I read the most horrible stories of my life.
Stories about abuse, and violence. Some teens died in the system. While some came out traumatized and broken beyond repair. I read even more and ended up going to bed at three in the morning hoping to fall asleep from the aching of my eyes. Rather the stories began to sink in and I was left wondering what on earth did I do wrong that would force mum to impose this on me.
During my deep thought, slumber started to sink in and I slowly fell into the dream world. Rather say nightmare than anything else.
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