Pacifica's POW (point of view) I thought it was a normal Saturday morning. Man was I wrong. It was the morning after the biggest party ever that I so called "ruined" by not letting a millions of people die. That night I had to hide from my parents to get away from the face of disappointment and the bell. My sleep was filled with dreams of him. The guy that made me feel like it was okay to be myself.. They had huge bags in there hand that said "home or bust". Next thing I know a butler picks me up and throws me outside of my own home. My instincts tell me to run to the door and bang on it with my fist and all my power. But instead I complain at my parents for throwing me out. When I see there window open I yell even louder till…..I see my bags falling from the what looks like the sky I run in every way I can. All my stuff falls out my shirts, some jeans, a mini skirt, and many be some bras. Now I guess I just walk away and got the mystery shack. That is my only plan beside being very pissed off .