She closed her suitcase, as she listened to the car engine sputter outside. Her knees were shaking as she opened her bedroom door.
    This may be the last time she'd ever be in this house. The one she grew up in, her home. She got ready to climb into the car. Looking back at her house, Courtney could see her mother standing on the step waiting for her to leave. The look on her face was almost unbearable. It was a look of disappointment, a look of disgust. She longed to see the face she knew. The one filled with cinta and warmth for her. She hadn't seen that face for a while now. Suddenly she was filled with anger. How was any of this her fault? She didn't choose this for herself. She was a CIT for god sakes! Her grades were perfect, she did community service, she was class president! The only thing she could possibly think of that she had done wrong in her life was tanggal a juvenile delinquent, and she had ended that months ago. There was no reason for her mother to be looking at her with that much hatred . Well, at least no valid reason. Because of this invalid reason, she was being shipped out of the country to some run down boarding school for freaks. Apparently it was supposed to "help her". Courtney didn't buy that banteng at all. "Calm down Courtney" She told herself. Bad things happened when she got too emotional. She took a deep breath and buckled her seat-belt. Then with one last glance at her old life, her taxi sped away.