He took the paper that Rachel gave to him, carefully looking over it.

"Believe it or not, I know what he is on, and the side effects. He... spoke of them during an anti-drug and alcohol campaign back home." His eyes could not even look over at Rachel, now. "A campaign he made me the poster child of, as I was hit by a drunk driver. Even nearly dying did not sober him up, and he just used me and my plight for publicity. All to sell more albums and garner more favorable press. I am still puzzled to how he can hide his addictions so well from the world."

He began to stuff the note in his pocket.

"Rose let me know this place, this school is my family. As far as I am concerned, it is all I have, now. Well, besides Dayton back home. I will give him the numbers and information later this eve... and I will block my Da's E-mail address, as you said, Headmistress Ramsey. I just... I wonder why the Universe keeps kicking me in the bum."