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am mainly counting on Drake, but that is my second fantasy. More tears start heading for my tan culottes.
Several scenarios started flooding my mind. My parents lied and told me I was go- ing to receive some sort of psychotherapy, but instead they put me in a high security prison camp for troubled teens.They constantly called me a liar and what did they do? My brother had a low C-, bordering on a D average, and he wasn’t in a military academy! I didn’t think he deserved something like this, so why me? Why me? At this moment, I don’t care how many streams of de- spair come pouring down my face. My tan culottes are soaked. Who am I going to impress? Ms. Arizona or QC?
I start fantasizing about a third plan. My counselor, Bolivia, will get me out. She is well aware of my situation at home, and when she gets wind that I’m in a school for the way- ward, she will definitely do something about it.
I start imagining what Drake would say to my parents, when he learns of the damage they caused today; on this warm, sunny day. Abruptly ending my summer of happiness.
He’s on the protective side and he wouldn’t tolerate anyone hurting me. He’s my rock. He’s going to tell them that I need therapy.
My guard dog ‘Helper’, a student aide, remains still outside the door of this hidden masterpiece which was built by the hands of QC and, according to the ser- mons on this disturbing tape, the girls at the lockdown. My ear catches cruel glimpses of what to expect at Victory on the never-ending cassette. It is a preview of the torment in-store for me at this fun-filled bootcamp.
The Helper continues to watch me through the miniature circular lens to make sure I don’t kill myself. Kill myself with what? One of QC’s recorded sermons? They could possibly be substantial evidence in a criminal court case.
Again, there is no logic with these people. I finally start to listen intently to the tape, hearing the dysfunction that awaits me outside this Get Right Room. I listen for eight hours to the sounds of an angry man “shedding the light of the Word of God” to the girls at this so called Christian school. I allow the introductory sermon to hit my fragile eardrums. He shouts to the students during this Biblical Lesson, calling
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