He didn't want me to go with him. His words played over and over again. I don't want you. Why would he say something so mean to me? Suddenly, I felt dizzy. My world spinned, and I felt myself hit the floor. I was walking home from school. It was 3 miles, and it was 18 degrees outside, but I didn't care. I liked the walk. More time walking meant more time away from my mom. Sure, we didn't live in the best neighborhood, but I couldn't seem to make myself care. The front door was locked, as usual. I didn't have a key. My mom didn't trust me with one. I had become very good at picking locks. Seconds later, I walked in the door, and it was completely empty. No furniture, nothing. I ran to my mom's bedroom. Everything in there was completely gone. Then, I ran to my bedroom. It was empty as well, except for my mom. She was rocking in the corner, and her head was in her hands. “Mom, what happened to our stuff?”
