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"Peter! You listen to me young man. I've had enough of this childish behavior."Mr. Pan yelled "Tomorrow you are ieghteen. It is time you learned to be a man. In the morning we enrol you in law school and I will hear no arguement on the matter." "I won't do it!" Peter shouted back "You can't make me be anything I don't want to be! Spend your money on the finest schools; I'll turn the place on its head! I'll make you looklike a fool." Peter didn'tknow what he expected, but it was nothing like what he got. Peter gasped in pain as his father backhanded him with a closed fist. He staggered backwards, hand to his forhead, but his father wasn't do

He smiled at me and kept eye contact as long as he could. Uncomfortable, I looked away, holding my purse tightly as I walked. I couldn't explain to myself why, but the way he looked at me made me feel strange. He hadn't looked at me in a dirty way, but still . . . He had looked far to interested. His head had been tilted and turned slightly to the side, curious and decisive at the same time. I didn't like it I tried not to think of the look on the green-eyed man's face. His eyes had been so GREEN! My eyes were green, but not that green. He must have been wearing contacts. Nobody had eyes that green; and why did I care? Suddenly I realized th

When I was finished making my bed I sat on the stool by the desk and read through the “Juvenile Detention Handbook” again, which consisted of a bit of orientation and a lot of behavior crap. I read the whole thing, because I didn’t want to get in trouble for not doing it. It didn’t take me long, even though I had only been taught to read six months ago. I had never been enrolled in public school, so I had never learned anything like reading or math. It wasn’t until I ran away from home that I found a friend who could teach me. He used to be a teacher, but had quit because he thought he had found a get rich quick sche