"Hey! You little moron! Why did the stupid police station call me!" that was my mom's 'hello honey, how was your day today?' I jut sighed and said, "I don't know, you tell me."

I heard footsteps pound through the two-room apartment. A hand was pounded to my face and left a permanent red mark on my right cheek.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I'VE WORKED HARD TO GET US THIS PLACE!" she screeched a deafening screech.

"Mom, seriously the only reason we got this place was because your gullible mom lent it to you." Another permanent red mark.

She stormed back to the kitchen and came back with the receiver.'

"Listen to this message I got from the police" she chunked he receiver and hit me square in the chest. Ah, home sweet home.

"Hello, Mrs. Woodrow, this is the New York Police Station here to tell you that Jarred Kallis, your son, is here at the police station. He is ok and will be home as soon as we are done with him."

The receiver went off with a beep.

My mom stood in the door with a cooking pan.

"So why were you in again?" she stared at me with piercing icicles.

"I challenged this new kid. We robbed the federal reserved of New York. He tried to be tough and this banker whipped out a gun and told the kid to shoot him. The kid shot, I thought he was dead, but it turns out he is alive."

"So now we are getting sued by that dead man walking! Thanks you are just bucket of sunshine!"

"Well mom, I didn't tell you the rest. There was another break-in at the same time and the man who was apart of it is looking for me and the money I stole."

My mom eyes got as big as the cooking pan she was holding. She raised it high and swung. I ducked and ran out of the room. I heard the pan hit the wall and the plaster crumble to the ground. I opened the window in my mom's room and jumped onto the back stairs. I heard her pounding through the apartment screaming. I ran down the stairs and into the streets.

I didn't come back to the apartment until I knew my mother had cooled down and was asleep. I unlocked the front door and walked into my room. I opened my closet and pulled out my suitcase. The man who questioned me told me to arrive at the police station around 5 o'clock since I told them about how my mom flipped out on me when I told her about the man following me.

I packed all of my hand-me-downs and all the essentials. As I walked into the kitchen ready to leave, I decided that I might as well write a note to my mother, but I knew at once that when she saw it, she would either burn or throw it away.

I told her that I was moving away with a guidance counselor and that I didn't know when I would be back.

I folded the note and threw it on the table. I grabbed a coke out of the fridge and headed out the door with my suitcase.

I shut the door hard hoping that my mother would hear it and see what was up. Walking into the empty streets of nowhere felt kind of lonely and I was nervous about my new "parent".

I entered into the police station and sat down on the couch. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. Within seconds, I was fast asleep.