When I woke the next morning, the first thing that went through my head was, Dad's gone. I could've cried; I was so happy. I got dressed in a white t-shirt that had a broken, bleeding, black heart on it, and black jeans. I brushed my curly hair before putting it into a ponytail. I pulled on my favorite black leather jacket. I like black, okay? Don't judge. I grab a banana in the kitchen, then head to the back window. I'm halfway out the window, when I realize something. I need to leave this place. And never come back. I go to my room, and emptied my backpack of all my school stuff. I put in one extra pair clothes, my iPhone, two water bottles, and some food. I went into my dad's room, and flipped the mattress of the bed. Sure enough, there was money. I counted it, and there was 127 dollars. SCORE! I stuffed it into my bag. I went back into my room. I looked around one last time. But I felt like I was missing something. I opened my top drawer, and reached into the back. I pulled out two picture frames. The first one was a picture of a little girl, who looked about five or six, with curly blond hair and bright blue eyes on a man's shoulders. They were both smiling, and the little girl was missing one of her front teeth. The second one had a little boy, who looked about 9, with blond hair and blue eyes. There was the same little girl from the other photo, but she looked older now. Maybe eight or so. I take the pictures out of their frames, and put them into my backpack. I head out the window for the last time, and climb down the fire escape. I'm going to miss this place. It may be a dump, but it's been my home as long I can remember. I get on my bike, and start out.