I came home from a not-so-bad day of school to find my parents sitting on the couch waiting for me.
My aunt and uncle were moving to Arizona, and they wanted us to come with. Uncle Joe could get dad a good job there, and we'd be able to buy a real house instead of living in a trailer. I could feel my blood pressure rising as they talked and the words started to jumble together. "I'm not going!" I spat and ran into my room where I punched a hole right through the paper thin walls.