It really wasn't worth it.
Some vodka at break landed me in the vice principal's office with my mother on the phone, a three day suspension slip in my hands, and a police officer right beside me. I'll have counseling for a little while, miss a couple days of school, "learn a lesson" and then everything will be better. My mother will stop crying. I will stop disapointing myself and others. And maybe, just maybe, things won't have to be so perfect around here anymore.