Eh, bureaucracy. They took me to a rehabilitation camp. It was in the summer too, but after that I was back at my old school. Made sure to take my problems outside of the government buildings however. That being said, despite the awkwardness, I'll admit I did come out a bit better than before. You could say I was a textbook bully victim before I was taken to the camp. Afterwards? I was more confident in standing up for myself, if only because I had fear on my side now. It felt nice being at the top, or at least higher up on the pecking order. Can't say I know much about how things are handled in a Boarding School though. On one hand they let us use the bathroom ourselves, but than again every night were got padded down and our belongings searched. And than there were the guards. They aren't your usual fat parole officers; these guys were probably soldiers or something, buff dudes with big guns, both literally and figuratively. Sure they were never really "there" as in not standing at the corner of each cabin, but it wasn't hard finding them. Reminded us all that we're not here to fight. And if we were, it'll end very quickly.

I sort of lost myself during that spiel, but the point is, I hope those kids make memories instead of nightmares.