"Next time... There will be no next time I'm done with you go pack your bags your going to your Uncles hopefully he can handle you." I run to my room crying, I start to pack my bags, I pack every thing I could fit in my bag that's summer cloths because my Uncle lives in Arizona on a huge ranch, with 5 horses, and a lot of chores. I also pack my box knife cuz it has more blades in it. I've been cutting for 2 years now I use it as a copeing meathed to deal with stress.
