Murph, you live in WV? Well shit. Might've met you once then. Talked to someone once who said things suspiciously like you type things.

Bump for later

Ayee I'm from Charleston. Shouldn't be long before I find you. *Lenny face*

(This part may be kinda short because I don't like to talk about it much, but I'll try to get the point across. I still haven't told it to any of my friends. It also makes me sound like a whiny baby but don't judge meh I'm spilling my guts.) Me, being a rebellious teen (lolno), was getting pretty fed up with the bs of not getting to play with friends for so long, so I just wanted to stay home and sleep. It was some long holiday weekend like Labor Day or Memorial Day or something about 3 weeks into the school year. I was at my moms because it was a holiday weekend so it was an exception to the schedule and she got to keep me. My mom and stepdad insisted we go to the lake or something. I was being the whiniest person I could possibly be at the time, but I felt it was justified because all I wanted to do was stay home this once, but nope, "Murph you're coming and there's no question". So I just build more and more rage until they start to threaten to take away my ps4 for a year and some bs like that which i draw the line at, I mean "I'm 15 not 7" was the thought going through my head despite looking back now I was probably at least partially at fault, but there were better ways my parents could've dealt with it. Anyway, I'm not really the type of guy to get extreme emotions in any scenario, especially violent ones, but I got pissed. I don't often curse in person (I've probably done it like 5-15 times ever and only ever done it angrily once) so it was pretty easy to measure my temper had blown when we were walking towards the lake and I stuck my finger into stepdad's chest yelling "-blam!- YOU" at the top of my lungs. Now he didn't like that, not one bit. (*Insert joker copypasta*) (jk) But seriously though, he hits me, I hit back like the weakling I clearly and and keep trying to fight back but it doesn't work out to well. I gave up pretty quickly when he got my throat (him being a 40 year old biker I really stood no chance anyway but at least I didn't stand there and take it.) . After some scolding that fell on deaf ears they left me to sit on a nearby guardrail and said they'd be back in like 4 hours to go home and I should stay there. I was still mad and just wanted to lay down, so I did. People kept walking by me and saying stuff like "is he dead" (which probably was a good assumption because it was the side of the road but I was getting tired of it because they kept waking me up lol). So I decided to trek into the woods a little where I wouldn't worry people and lay down there instead. I found a spot where I could hear some pretty average tunes (there was some party with loud music on the lake and I had left my phone with my good old classic rock on it in the car) which was cool I guess since there wasn't much to do and I wasn't about to go beg forgiveness. I debated multiple times to go down to the party and see if I could blend in and have some fun, but it seemed like too much work. Eventually there wasn't much else to do but sleep, so that's what I did. I wasn't too far into the woods so I figured they'd find me if they called for me once or twice even if I fell asleep. Anyways, I woke up a couple hours(? I actually have no clue because I didn't have a PHONE) later and was looking around because I figured it was about time to head home since the sun was setting. I looked around and couldn't find my mom's car or stepdad's bike, and everyone was gone including the partying people from earlier. I didn't know what to do (reminder: no phone) so I kinda explored around, used the bathroom (in an actual restroom because apparently this lake is some tourist attraction and had those, too bad there wasn't anyone around to ask for a phone. I don't really remember how long but my mom's car drove back through some time later when I was sitting on a rock watching the road (if you couldn't tell I wasn't in the biggest rush to get back to her) and I got up and figured it'd probably be a pretty good idea to tell her where I was, so I went down to the road and a cop pulled up and was like "are you murph" and I was like "ye" and he was like "do you have a job" and I was like "nah" and he was like "respect your parents" and I was like "sure bud good talk good talk". Then my mom walked up (she had turned around) and I got in the car and I didn't really try to explain myself because I was still not in the mood. Apparently the cops were about to get out the dogs and started looking for me, so maybe I should've stayed in the woods longer so I could have told you guys about how I ran from a K-9 unit. Meh, maybe sometime in the future, it does sound like fun. Back on track, I went to my dad's and skipped the next few days of school (him and stepmom were worried sick about meanwhile other parents were just PO'd, so they had driven the hour to help look because apparently I'd been missing that long. Anyway, after a sp00ky custody fight and a restraining order or some crap on stepdad it ended up that my dad was driving me an hour to school every morning. (Forgot to mention a very, very similar thing has happened at the end of last year when stepdad through me on the ground and bruised up my face so when I found out I had to get up ultra early again I was pretty disappointed, but it felt better than the alternative. After like a week of that some slightly more official thing came through where I got to talk to a family court judge in private, told her I had everything I needed at my dads, then she asked if I wanted anything, to which I modestly answered one item: my ps4. Mom didn't want to send it, but she did eventually. During the time of the hour long drive to school (which wasn't helping my low-amount-of-sleep-issue or my grades) I used the PC at dads to chat with friends through steam as well as texting them, figured out some of my friend's schedules at Elkins High so I could actually hang out with them, once I switched which I knew was coming soon. I basically stopped doing work in Morgantown entirely because there was no point in making up all the work, Elkins is a much smaller town and had less than half the students and course offerings of Morgantown. I was happy, and excited though. I would get to see my friends daily, eat lunch with them, live close to them, not have to deal with parents who smoke, and I'd actually have a second chance to not be an absolute antisocial rock who just watched fun from a distance, which I was mostly already established as in Morgantown and not much could be done. I got lucky and was transferring in the day right after a parent teacher conference or something, so I was able to go in and meet the teachers the night before so they could expect me the next day. It was pretty cool because my new history teacher knew my freshman history teacher, and I would at least have one class with someone I knew (English honors). Let's call him Brad. I also had 1st lunch with some other friends. Part 3: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/205318203/0/0/1

Murph it's pretty cool that you took the time to take stock of your past year and determine some of the ways in which you've grown or changed. Thanks for your story.

You should do bullet points or something. :s

Tldr

murph you pretty cool

Most anticipated bel air of the year Am very disappoint

Well OP, I read it all. I'm heading into High School when the summer ends. Are there any type you could give me?

You should remove the school name. People can use that information against you in a negative way. They could track you. Stay safe man

Holy shit, I can totally relate to part 2 with the entire conflict and reasoning between you and your parents.