Your New School

A little over a year ago, on March 22nd, 2007, I awoke to a tazer in my face. "Get up," the burly, mustacioed man on the right commanded gruffly. "What the fuck?" I murmered, still half asleep. "Get out of my fucking room! Are you the police?" The built bald dude on the left fielded this question. "We'll tell you in the car," he said, smirking to his partner. "Get up!" waving the tazer, this time a little more urgently. I reluctantly complied. My mother was standing in my doorway. "These people are here to take you to your new school, honey." She said. "What the fuck is this, mom?" I demanded. She looked down. "Put on some clothes," the bald one instructed. I was shuffled into the bathroom, where I put on some clothes that were sitting in the corner. Then I was searched by the mustacioed one. "Lets go," he commanded, and I was walked down the stairs, where my mom was waiting with a bag which she handed to me without a word. As the car pulled away, my mom was crying on the stairs to our front door. I flipped her off. "So you're not the cops, right?" I asked, just to be sure. "No," he said, chuckling, "We're transporters. You're going to a boarding school in central Oregon. It's called Mount Bachelor Academy."