I was talking with a friend whose alias I will not reveal, and out of nowhere my network crashes. Strangely enough, my stepfather gets a call from my mom saying that the police have surrounded the house, and they are asking us to step outside. So we comply. The cops, with guns pointed, checked us for any weapons, and of course we were clear. Then, I was lead across the street and that's where I saw 10 cop cars, all in the same road. They tell me to talk to an officer, and very rudely (due to the pressure) I discuss what I thought happened. So, 40 minutes later, I'm at my house, the police have left and my mom and step-dad are crying. My mom walks over to me while I'm in my office and tells me that it's my fault. She continues on about how I probably "prank called the police myself" or "pissed someone off". Later, keep in mind that there's still a forgetton of drama going all around, my mom calls my brother and they have a lengthy discussion about the events that took place. I'm handed the phone after they're done, and my brother gives me advice on how to deal with my mom, which won't help because she's obsessed over the "adults are always right" bullstuff.
Afterwards, I start crying due to the pressure and I tell my mom that I'm not happy at home. She says that she'll have me transferred to a group home.
Anyway, it's been a really tough time for me lately and I have a meeting with my school tomorrow. They think I'm a psychopath or some bullstuff like that.
