Tim gets Kicked out of his house.

October 18 1995

Well I am 16 years old. My life has not been uber shitty up to this point. Sure I had, had a realtively traumatizing childhood, abuse all that kind of stuff but i had gotten out of that when i got adopted. My mothers Aunt and Uncle were now my Parents my cousins were now my brothers, My mom was my cousin and my grand parents were not my aunts and uncles( a little confused? imagine how I felt at 9 years old). So my Aunt Mother and Uncle Father who I will from hereafter refer to as mom and dad (unless otherwise specified) treated me really well, I got pretty much everything I wanted(within reason) , and my life was infinitely better than it had been previous to that. For some reason though I could not keep myself out of trouble. It wasn't for lack of knowledge or boredom, just for some reason which to this day I still do not understand I was not able to diminish my criminal instincts. I was caught shoplifting more times that i can actually count not to mention I stole things from my family. So it should not have come as a shock to me.

So here I am 16 years old my parents don't trust me as far as the can throw me simply because I havee never given them any reason to, everytime they tried to do something that would extend their trust I would do something stupid to fuck it up. So as I said the Date is October 18th 1995 I decide that today I am going to once again skip school because I am bored, but there is nothing for me to do so I break into my own house(obviously my parents did not trust me enough to give me a key) and then I make quite possibler the stupidest descision I have ever made in my life(or at least up until that point) I decide that hell it was so easy to break into my own house hell lets try the neighbours as well. My parents lived in a condominium complex so the houses were attached, all I did was go into our attic and kick the wall down Voila I was in my neighbours house.

I don't actually remember stealing anything I was just there to see if I could do it and to see what their house looked like. They had a really nice piano in their living room and generally their house was pretty nice. I left through their front door leaving it unlocked ad proceeded to hit the mall. The only problem was(and I did not know this at the time) but stupid amature me had left my boy scouts flashlight with my name engraved on it on my neighbours desk.

As I was on my way back home from the mall I noticed 2 police cars out in front of my house and I knew I had been busted. I went and hid in some bushes for what seemed like forever until the police left and then non chalantly walked in my house to my mom on the phone with my aunt Diane explaining that she could take it no longer and that she was going to make me leave. Being a pig headed 16 year old I got pissed and started packing getting angry at her for punishing me for my own stupidity. I look back on it now and I know I would have done the same but then all I could think was how mad i was not because I was being kicked out but simply because i had gotten caught.

Now I had run away from home many times before but there was always one thing I had known in the back of my head. no matter how long I stayed away for or where I went. There was always a home for me to come back to. But when I had finished packing all my stuff and was heading out the door my mother didn't even say a word to me, I just walked out and the minute I was out of the house the door slammed and I heard it lock. Then all at once the gravity of the situation hit me. There was no going back I did not have a home anymore. For the first time in my life I was truly terrified because I did not know what I was going to do or where I was going to go.

From that point on I knew my life was never going to be the same.