Biography of a Teen (together)

The wind pounded roughly on the otherside of my single window in my room. I had been stuck in RSTT for almost a year now. Every single day I think constantly about my mother. How through all the hardships she put me through I still miss her. I can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that she is in prison for Drugs. How she had never done a bad thing in her life, but a simple addiction destroyed her. It just kills me inside. Sometimes I will just lay awake till 3 in the morning doing nothing but thinking about her. Yeah we were on the streets but we were doing just fine in my opinion. Coming to this clinic has been the worst experience of my life.

A loud knock came upon my door. Time for breakfast. It was the exact same routine every single day, wake up at 8:30 eat breakfast at 9, go to recreation for the rest of the day, then back in our rooms by 7. It was all a little much for me. I didn't do anything wrong. I witnessed a murder, and my mothers downward spiral. But not once did I do anything wrong. I shouldn't be here with these people. A cutter, teenage alcoholics, drug addicts, theives, why the hell am I being placed in the same category as these people. Sure I was on the street but by that happening it helped me. I'm tough as a rock and nothing can break me.

I slowly got out of bed and walked across my incredibly small room to the door, the guard opened it as I exited into the hallway making my way to the cafeteria. As usual everyone was pretty excited to finally be out of their rooms able to socialize. They all deserved to be here so it didn't bother them none. I trotted to my usual deserted table ignoring breakfast when I noticed a girl, younger by the looks of it sitting in the exact spot I usually am. She looked distraught. No tears were coming out of her eyes, but you could just see the despair in her face. She finally noticed me when I only stood two feet in front of her.

"You're kind of in my seat kid." I tried to sound as nice as possible. "You can sit here just not right there." I pointed to the chair I usually sat in.

"Oh, I'm sorry" she quickly got up and shuffled to the other end of the table. "I'm new here so I really don't know the routine."

I felt pity for her when she told me that. This young girl knows nothing about what she's getting into. It made me wonder what exactly had the girl done to get herself into this predicament.

"It's fine, what's your name?" It had been so long since I had tried to make small talk with someone I found it extremely difficult.

"Wendy Hanson" she smiled at me, clearly she thought we are friends now or something. "Yours?"

"Myranda, call me Mya though." I hated when people called me my real name, It was the same name my mother had and I didn't want to be mixed up with her.

"That's a pretty name." she was pretty desperate to make a friend, I didn't have the heart to shun her.

"What are you here for anyway?" I figured it was a little personal but if she thought she was going to be my friend she had to have told me a little about her past.

"Cutting, I know you probably think its pathetic, but It was kind of a release of stress for me." she looked down ashamed. "If I could take it back I would." when she returned her eyes to mine I could see the hatred in them, something in this girls life had at one point made her want to die. I just didn't really know what.

"Man that's no good." I was hesitant at revealing exactly why I was put here, most people that do hear it are pretty shocked. I guess I have the most interesting story out of the rest, because I didn't get myself here, my mother did. "Well my story is pretty long, I don't know if you want to hear it or not." her eye's lit up with excitement, I guess we had some sort of bond now?

"Oh..please tell me!" the excitement got a little on my nerves. "That is if you want"

"Hmm, where should I start?" I looked around the cafeteria to make sure no one was paying attention to us. I noticed a tall boy with brown hair, his eye's met mine and we stared for what felt like hours. I had completely forgotten about Wendy sitting across from me.

"Mya?"

"Oh sorry" I blushed "My mother was a drug addict, plain and simple, my father kicked us out when I was young, we were doomed to a life on the streets, with my mothers condition not getting any better there was no way we would be able to pick ourselves up. When my mom finally got busted she was thrown in prison. I had never once done anything bad but they felt by sending me here that it was the best thing for me. So here I am, and have been for nearly a year."

Her facial expression went from curiosity to pity in a matter of two seconds.

"Mya I'm..I'm so sorry." I hated it when people felt bad for me.

"Don't be, I didn't do anything wrong." and she left it at that. Wendy got up and walked to line to grab her breakfast leaving me there to sit by myself.

I heard a loud commotion behind me so I quickly turned around to see the guy who I had met eyes with earlier covered in food. One of the students who had been here for awhile had knocked his tray all over him.

"What the fuck?!" I heard him yell.

"Oh that'll be my bad." you could hear the sarcasm in the other guys voice."Guess you better clean yourself up."

I could see the anger rising up in his eyes and I knew if I didn't step in no one else would. In a casual fashion I leaped up and grabbed him by his hand pulling him away from the fight. Nearly everyone in the cafeteria stared at me. Holes were being burned in my back and I didn't like the feeling of having all attention on me. It was uneasy. Once we were out of everyone's way I sat down, and he pulled up the chair next to me.

"I don't think you really know what you were getting into." I looked deep into his dark eyes. "you're new here aren't you?" He stayed quiet for what seemed like forever until he finally spoke.

"Yeah, the girl you were talking to earlier, me and her checked in at the same time." He looked down embarrased.

"Listen, I've been here for what seems like ages, and if one thing I know is don't get into a fight. You'll get stuck in solitary and you'll never hear the end of it. My advice to you is just to keep your head down and act like you don't exist." it sounded cold and pathetic but I didn't want to see this kid get his face smashed in on the first day. "What's your name anyway?"

"Aiden, you?

"Mya. nice to meet you."

"How long have you been here?" his question caught me off guard, I couldn't help but to survey his appearance. Pretty boy it seemed. Bright blonde hair, electric blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and the same look in his eyes all of us had. Despair. You could definetly tell a RSTT kid just by staring into there eyes.

"Little under a year." I hated telling people the length of my stay. I was in until I was 18. Or until my mother gets out of prison. Whichever comes first.

"Wow." was all he could push out before Wendy came marching back over to us. Once she saw who I was talking to her mouth dropped. Wendy was a hornball I guessed, or boy crazy at the least. I couldn't give a damn either way.

"Hi..Hi I'm wendy" she flashed him a dazzingly bright smile at him. He chuckled to himself before he exchanged his name

"Aiden, nice to meet you Wendy." as well as Wendy there was definetly a spark of interest in his eye. I knew if these two ever managed to end up together I'd be the ultimate third wheel. Somehow I knew that Wendy and Aiden were going to be my best friends here for the length of my stay, whether that be good or bad I still don't know. In that exact moment in time the sirens of the clinic rang, and everyone in the school ended up dashing out the doors of the cafeteria, calamity broke loose and no one had an idea of what was going on