Three days later, Hope and her mom were all packed for the move.

“ How do you feel Hun?”

Hope's voice sounded gruff from all the screaming that night,

“ It's okay, only two more days to go. Well have to go back for them to take those off.”, I hope I wasn't very happy about it. It was hope and stuffy. She reached to scratch,

“ Oh no, sweetheart. You can't scratch with your hands, you open some of the scares.” hope- like a child, folded her arms and stomped the ground in frustration, “ look here! If you hadn't thought it was a good idea to burn your school stuff!-” she could finish talking, the way hope looked down broke her heart, “ I know it hasn't been long, but why? Why would you do something so s-stupid-” she stutter, just realizing the shame that had fallen on her child's face,

“ I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so insensitive.”

“ Mom.”

“ Yes dear?”

“ I'm sorry, for trying- burning the house down.”

“ It's alright, I'm just glad you're alive.” The question lingered in her mind, why? Why would you want to die?

Cici and her mom rolled around in their car,

“ Hey there ladies, are you ready to go?”