Frighting For Freedom - By Ryan

It was not fun at my high school. It was the school my big brother went to so I thought it would be fun, but I had teacher trouble.  My teacher yelled and screamed at me a lot because I wasn’t doing my work right. Sometimes I didn’t want to do the work because I was being lazy.  Other times I really didn’t understand what I was supposed to be doing.  It didn’t matter if I was lazy or didn’t understand, she would still yell.   Being yelled at made me feel sad. I didn’t like anything about going to school.  I wanted to drop out of the 11^th grade.  Mom said if I wasn’t in school, that I would have to start working.  Things were so bad that would rather work than go to school. Then I had an idea. I decided to fight to go to another high school. 

During the summer I told my mom and dad over and over again that I did not want to go back to that high school. I was serious. They didn’t believe me at first. They thought I just didn’t like school. I told them to get me out because it was the teacher that was mean. Every day I told mom that I wanted to go to another high school. I wanted to go to the high school that my friends from middle school went to because I really missed them. Most of the friends I liked from middle school went to another high school that was only a few miles away. 

After telling mom every day, she finally believed me.  She talked to the school so I could transfer. We had a meeting with the old high school then another meeting with the good high school. I liked my new teacher right away.  We even studied Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  I thought it was a scary and interesting story.  I love my real friends. I love football games on Fridays and talking to all the people.  My favorite is lunch.  The food is great and I like to sit by myself. It’s my time to think. I really like not having to ride the bus. There are two friends who drive me there once a day. Mom takes me Tuesdays and Thursdays. 

I’m so glad I got my freedom. I would have been tortured for the rest of my life if mom never believed me that it was the teacher. I’m glad I worked so hard to get where I belong and feel safe. That’s it. That’s my story. Have a nice day.