2nd Class Student

Your name is Allison, and you're from Orange County, California. Yes, that Orange County.

A few weeks ago, your parents went away on a vacation in Florida, so you had the house to yourself for a whole week. You never expected them to trust you there alone, but they did, and you were thrilled. You called up your friends and invited them to a party, despite your parents specifically telling you not to have one. It's just seven or eight people, nothing crazy, you told yourself.

Unfortunately you never told your friends they couldn't bring their friends, and before you knew it there were 100 people at your house. You got mad at them and asked why they thought they could bring someone along, they told you they thought that's what you were supposed to do at a party. At that point you just decided to enjoy yourself and hope nobody broke anything major, since you had two days to clean up before your parents got home.

Somebody showed up with beer, a couple people started pushing each other into your pool, and soon enough people were going crazy, there was lots of kissing and the like. You ran to the store to buy a bikini, since your only swimsuit was a bit embarrassing, but it was closed and you realized it was after midnight. So you came back to your house and that's when things got bad. Apparently somebody thought they were witnessing a and they called the police (it turns out both people were just drunk and acting crazy).

Next thing you know your parents are home from their trip early, and they're not happy. Your mom says she hardly even recognizes you anymore. You tried to explain what happened but they didn't listen to you, saying you were just making it up. They said they had no reason to trust you after that. You got grounded and didn't even feel like sneaking out, just let the last two weeks of August go by so you could go back to school and at least have something to do.

On a day near the end of August your parents were both acting strange, being extra nice to you and they even made you pancakes for breakfast. They said they're lifting your grounding until 6pm, go spend the day how you like. You were thrilled and headed to the beach with some friends. Things went pretty much normal, and you made it home at 5:57. Your parents were both sitting in the living room all dressed up.

"Allison, I've made a final decision," said your mom. "You've been getting into a lot of trouble this summer and you need to learn to do better, to be better. So it doesn't make sense for you to return to your high school next week. We're sending you to Watbridge Mont Academy — in England."

You gasp.

"No!"

"I talked to your aunt about it and she had a wonderful experience. The thing is they make sure you don't get into trouble, that doesn't mean you can't have fun."

"How could you do this to me? I have friends! I have a life—"

"That's enough, Allison," said your mom. "At the end of this year I hope to see you acting like a proper young lady. And if you get good grades and stay out of trouble you can go back to your high school at the end of the year."

"This is rediculus!" you said.

"Don't make me take back my offer. I could make you stay until you graduate," she said.