I walked down the long hall until I found the dump I would be staying at I felt so sad I just lost My Mother to a drunk driver the week before I tried to contact My brother the leader to The 3rd Street Saints he never called me back.I had to stay at this place because I`m afraid he has changed he used to be the kind of brother who would beat the hell out of an ex who cheated or broke your I was scared.I hesitated before entering the room,I expected to see a roach infested room but it was acually nice I seatteld in and just laid down and I got a call,ugh was my reply to dead friends my ring tone I looked at the caller Id i did'nt reconize it but being me I answerd it "hello" I said "hi Bree" J. I maneged to stutter"well hello to you too".I paused"how come you would'nt call me back?"I asked"I'm sorry I heard how about Mom come see johnny Aisha and I?"he asked I sighed "ok" "good see you tomorrow" "what time?" "11:30 sound good?you can even meet my lutinets" "yes and I would be delighed to meet your lutinets see tou later love you" love you too bye" "bye" I said and drifed off in to a dreamless slumber.