

Teaser: I Think You'll Understand
Walking into the halls of Martin Luther King High School was like coming home, and that wasn't really a good thing. Home was full of reasons I didn't want to be there, and school wasn't any different. This was supposed to be better, even though I knew that was a load of shit my mom told me to get me to pack up my stuff and leave in Dad's beat-up old Corolla. It was Dad's house, Dad's rules, Dad's decisions, or it was military school. At first I thought my mom was full of shit