So this is how wrongly accused convicts feel while in abeyance for a trial. Yesterday began on an upbeat and productive foot, but plummeted as the day progressed. False premise, the impetus for demise of the middle child. Some psychiatric ward for minors should adopt that; I feel sane yet inhumanely under house arrest by pathologically overbearing guardians. Why? When they declared the punishment, incongruent to the crime, I immediately recognized their subtle strategy of scapegoating me for circumstances beyond my control. Enough, I am excavating land mine anger if I were to continue. On a lighter, more gratifying note, the hardwork for journalism paid off- I landed the position as Art Editor and part time writer for the school newspaper!