The best summer of my life was the summer I turned seventeen. It was the summer I gained freedom from myself and my parents. No one quite believed how miserable I was, but then again, I hadn’t been totally honest about what was happening at home.
Everything came to a head when I came home to find my mom throwing my father’s clothes out of the window. I didn’t really want to get involved so I skulked down the street and into the park. This was not the first time she had thrown his clothes out the windows and I didn’t want to talk to the police when they showed up. What I didn’t know was that it would be the last time I would see them fight.
I never knew exactly what happened, but my father ended up in jail and my mom came home, packed some clothes and disappeared. I only knew she was gone because she took my suitcase. The police wouldn’t tell me what happened and told me to talk to my mom. Since I was almost eighteen, I didn’t worry too much. I was finally relaxed enough to cook, read and learn. The only problem was how to pay rent. Luckily, my uncle came out of nowhere, died and left me all his money.
The good news was that I learned deception from my parents and I knew plenty of ways to keep my mother from the money she thought she was owed.