It was the final straw for everyone involved. My mother, father, principal, peer worker. They were all sick of me and my destructive behavior. At 17 years old, I had a pretty impressive resume, property damage, antisocial behavior, aggravated assault, and my most recent addition, arson.

I really screwed up. well and truly, for the last time.

I thought for sure I would be taken away to Jervi.

I wish I could lie to you all and say I came from a broken home that I got in with the wrong crowd,

that I was just a lost soul who needed guidance.

That wasn't the case.

I burnt my high school to the ground after my permanent exclusion.

Call it rage or anger.

Call it petty if you want to.

I was actually trying to finish school with good grades, but the principal never never let me beat anything but a thug.

I never stole the money from the school accounts like they said.

I'm not as tech savvy as they made me out to be.

It was an obvious set up from the principal to gain some payback for all the hassle I caused

them over the years, and of course to get me out of school for good, that I take no responsibility

for.

I tried to convince my mom, begged her in fact to hear me out.

She shook ahead when the police coughed me.

I'm sorry Brody, but I just don't believe a word you say anymore. And then they dragged me away.

It was the last time I would see my home after I was sentenced.

My lawyer, Mr. Fairhurst, was actually pretty good and made a sympathetic case for me.

The judge however had well and truly had enough of seeing my face.

There was no winning situation in that scenario at all. Of course I didn't show it but I was

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