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To say I was mad at my mom for this was an understatement. I felt betrayed, abandoned, and unloved. How could she just leave me here? 

My roommate was a schizophrenic with an eating disorder. I wasn't allowed to have my shoelaces in case I wanted to try and hurt myself, or someone else. My roommate couldn't have her bed sheets for the same reason. Mine had to be picked up every morning and held in the office. I pretty much slept with one eye open, when I did sleep. 

We would go to a classroom and have school, then we had group therapy and ended the day with one on one sessions. There were all different types of teens in this place. Some had drug problems, others had mental health issues and there were a few like me, angry. 

I met a boy named Sam while I was there. He was addicted to cocaine and heroin. He was 15. We hit it off and he became my rehab boyfriend. He is the reason that this place did nothing to actually help me. It was just a joke. We made fun of everything about the process. We would sneak out of our rooms after lights out and talk for hours. He taught me how to cheek the meds they gave us and he would snort them. I was too scared to ever try that. 

I finally got to leave after a few weeks, but Sam and I stayed in touch through letters. Three months later I got a letter from his mother that he died of a heroin overdose. It is because of Sam that I never touched a single drug besides marijuana. 

After I got home things were very tense with my family. They took me out of my high school and put me in a special school in Dothan where I was one of a handful of students. My dad would drive me there and back every day. These car rides were some of the most miserable of my life. He was so incredibly disappointed in me, he could barely look at me. I was so angry at him, I could barely look at him. 

After I finished my junior year my dad took a job as a pastor in Foley, Alabama. We were moving. My senior year of high school I was being ripped away from all that I knew and sent to live with people I didn't know in order to start my new school on time. 

Angry doesn't even describe how I felt about this decision.