"I warned you, get your grades up or you'd be going to boarding school."
"But Mom, that D was bullshit, I clearly didn't plagiarize that paper, and couldn't I at least know where I'm going."
"John, that still doesn't change the fact that all of your other grades were C's, and it was clearly plagiarized. As for where we're going, you aren't in any position to make demands, just be glad I'm taking an interest in putting you back on the right path."
You sit quietly for the rest of the ride. Eventually you pull up to a large brick building, at least ten miles from the nearest town.
"Here we are, The Amanda Reform School." She parks the car in front of the main entrance. "Alright, time for you to head in." You get out and she hugs you and sends you off. You expected her to be coming in with you, but are too annoyed with her to ask. Once inside you are directed to the gymnasium where tables are set up for the orientation.
You sit at the first available table, where the girl there pulls you up on the school database. "Good news, most of your information is in the system, I'll just need some preferences from you. We're going to need you to decide on a sport and additional training regimen."
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