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Life The Life I started using mild sedatives in my late junior high years. This soon led to the use of hallucinogens. I soon realized I knew all and I did not need school any longer. This led to a dilemma. In the state of Florida you must attend school until the age of sixteen, where I was only fifteen. So the next step was either attend school or get shipped off. Obviously, in my state of mind, I wasn't thinking all to clearly and decided to be shipped off. By shipped off, I mean sent away to a rehabilitation institution. My parents knew of this place from my best friend Sennecca, who attended this rehabilitation the year before. I soon found myself on a plane heading for the snowy caps of Utah. This is where I would spend the next year and a half of my life. When the plane landed, two large men wearing black suits picked me up. I found this somewhat interesting, along with a slight feeling of fear. After being escorted through the airport, we arrived at a white van where I then sat for the next five hours while we drove to the middle of nowhere. Once arriving at this dystopia, I had then realized I had made a horrible mistake. Numerous kids walking around in bright orange suits gave me this first clue. I would later find that this was the beginning of the end. Almost immediately after I had arrived, I heard a voice that I would later recognize to be Tom, the man in charge. ?Look at what we got here,? Tom shouted. ?A dime a dozen,? I then heard him utter under his breath. I soon realized what he meant by this when I looked around and saw many others obviously here for the same reason I was. ?Get your stuff, you're staying in cabin Fifteen.? Tom yelled. I then went on to meet my beautiful habitat that I would be living in for the next year and a half. This boarding school worked on a system that is nearly indescribable. The main rule of thumb was to watch your own back and maintain good behavior without making staff, or peers, think you're a butt kisser. Also make sure you kept your room clean along with everything in it and around it. If by chance you broke any of these rules you would either be working out at five in the morning on Saturday and Sunday, or your peers would be jumping you. After about three months of keeping my nose clean, my best friend Sennecca offered to send me a package. I wearily accepted, knowing that the contents would most likely get me into trouble. Sure enough, my streak was ruined when my supposed best friend, who knew how the system worked, sent me a carton of cigarettes concealed in a pillow. I was soon uncloaked and received my punishment by becoming level one. This was the lowest level you could possibly be, similar to dirt. I then had to work every day from three in the afternoon till about ten at night. Then on my weekend mornings I had to wake up at exactly five in the morning to do a three hour-long workout, followed by a ten-mile hike. Let me tell you about fun, hike ten miles up a mountain in the blistering cold with snow up to your knees. I remember having a fever during the time I was level one; this meant I would have to complete a workout while being extremely sick. I remember going to the nurse the night before and telling her, ?I don't think I will make it if you guys make me workout.? I then remember her replying, ?Well then we would have one less kid, wouldn't we.? I then went to my room and prepared for the horrible travail I was about to encounter. I then took my temperature, reading one hundred and one, and went to bed. I soon woke up to, ?Morning pansies, rise and shine!? When the work out began, I instantly knew I wasn't going to make it. When I was going up on my thirty-second pushup, I collapsed. This wouldn't have