Unsound

Sometimes it’s the family you can’t choose who are the ones to save you…. I didn’t know what to expect as the majestic Washington mountains and thick green forests passed me by. Granted, I was in the back of a squad car, so it’s not like I had a choice in the matter but to observe the rich landscape. High school is hard enough—dealing with hormones, grades, the pressure of college, social media, prom, sex ed… the list can go on forever. I wished for that kind of normalcy. Instead, I was shipped way up to the middle of nowhere woods of Washington state—a serene community of cozy cabins, the smell of burning firewood… and enough troubled, drug-addicted, almost-criminal teens to make me wonder if this was a better option than juvie. Little did I know that these drug-addled, societal misfits were exactly what I needed to become myself again.