Harry

I hate school. I hate everything. I hate everybody. I don't listen to anyone. When someone does or says something to me thats when we have a problem. I don't give two fucks about what people think of me. And I don't gave a damn what you think of me. I'm now in the princapals offics because my teacher called me out. All the teachers no that I don't like being calle dout. So I went to the front of the room and slapped his ass in the face. "Harry I can't take it anymore! We've had it with you! You won't listen to us or your mother. We've tried and tried. I know your a bright and intelligent young man" said Mr. Blakely. He handed me a paper. "Please take that home and give it to your mother ok" he asked. I stood up. "Fuck you" I said before walking out and slamming the door behind me. I left the school and sat on a nearby bench. I got the letter out and started to read it. It said:

Dear Mrs. Cox,

Your son Harry Styles have not straightened up like you promised us he would. We know he's a bright and intelligent young man. We've done all we can. We know he's capable of doing his work and listening. We want to send him to Roberson-Collins Academy. We can't send him without your permission though. Please sign at the very bottom if he can go. If he can go he will need the following items:

Lots of clothes
Stuff to entertain him
Lots of food
$100.00 incase he needs personals

Sincerely,
Mr. Blakely

I thought about that for awhile. Hmmm all by myself out there. $100.00 for me. I've heard about that academy. They send only 1 or 2 people at a time. Theres no teacher or anything. It's supposed to be punishment. Hopefully i'll be the only one.

I went home and made my mom sihn the paper. I went upstairs after I had the paper back while my mom called the school for more information. When she was doen she called me down and told me the details. I leave in 2 days.

Louis

I don't have many friends. Most people don't like me because I joke around alot. i can make a joke out of anything. Most people try to make me stop but I don't care. Joking is in my blood. I get along good with my family. I get in trouble alot for my joking around. I guess you could call me a class clown. I was now in Ms. Mattox office. She was our school counselor. "Lou you know we've done our best by you. But you've left us no choice. Please take this paper home and get it sighned and bring it to me tomorrow" she said. I burst out laughing. "Yes mam" I said grinning. Just as I left the bell rang indicating that school was over. As I was walking home I read over the letter. It said:

Dear Parent/Gaurdian of Louis Tomlinson,

Your child has left us no choice but to send him to a private academy. It is sure to help. 99 of 100 kids come out good as new. Its called Roderson-Collins Academy. We have to have your permission in order for him to go. We know he is a bright young man. If you do let him go this is what he will need:

Lots of clothes
Stuff that entertains him
Lots of food
$100.00 for personal needs

Sincerly,
Ms. Mattox.

I laughed as I walked into my house. I showed the letter to my mom laughing as she read it aloud. She sighned and called for more info. Turns out i'm leaving in 2 days. This should be fun...

Notes

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