I sulked on the couch. “Remind me why I have to go.”
“This school is too soft for you.” Mom said, “You need a school made for robot girls like you.”
“But mom, I like Tremerton High.” I argued.
“You should be grateful that there is a school for young robot girls like yourself. The La Grange boarding school for robot girls is a highly esteemed school and only a select number make it in. You are very lucky to be going there.”
“All my friends are at Tremertion High, though!”
“Young lady, I have no time to argue with you. Now please, go pack your things.”
I sighed and walked up the stairs to my room. I got out a bag and starting packing some magazines when Brad climbed in through the balcony.
“Hey Jen. Going on vacation?” Brad asked.
“Hi Brad. The oppposite actually. I’m being sent away to prison!” I moped.