I was home... the school thing did not work.
I thought I would walk in the front door, Mom would hand me Chloé, and she would go to work.
Instead, I walked in the front door and Cat hugged me so tight that I could not breathe and, she was crying.
"What is going on!", I said, confused.
"Chloé is missing! She had a play-date at Sheryl's.
She said that Dad came to pick up Chloé, but that can not be right because I was with your Dad the whole time saying 'sorry'", my Mom explained.
I was scared and crying at the same time.
I was certain that I would do all I could to find Chloé.
When Chloé was born, I was so excited to have a baby sister.
I promised myself that I would take care of Chloé until I die and that's what I intend to do.
I love you Chloé and I will, Me, I will find you.
I PROMISE.

Sunday morning I woke up to screaming in the kitchen.
My mom said "I WANT A DIVORCE, Bob."!!!
I ran down the stairs and saw my Dad walking out the door.
My parents are getting a divorce.
How could they? They love each other.
Mom saw Cat and me standing there stunned.
Mom said,"I didn't mean what I said.I was mad because Dad did something with our money."
Cat and I went up stairs and went back to bed.
I woke back up at 11:30 that night.
I was HUNGRY.
I went back to bed at 1:00AM.
Mom was feeling bad. I know because she made chocolate chip pancakes and chocolate milk.
Well maybe school will take my mind off the divorce.

Aaaaahhh. Home.
I walk in the front door and my mom hands me Chloé, kisses me on the forehead and closes the door.
SILENCE.
Waaaaa.
OH boy Chloé just figured out that Mom left for work.
“OK, Chloé, stop screaming, please Chloé, please.”
“NO, NO, MOMMY”, said Chloé kicking and screaming on the kitchen floor. I made a snack and it worked. She totally forgot Mom was even gone. Dad will be home at five and my mom works until ten.
Cat won’t be home until seven. Me? I get home at four and watch Chloé until Dad gets home.
Than Dad makes dinner when Cat gets home at around seven.
We eat dinner then we watch TV, do homework and go to bed.


GOOD NIGHT…

School, a kid's worst nightmare.
Everywhere you go it's off to gym class or to social studies or to math class.
It's a labyrinth of hallways, lockers and bathrooms.
"Good morning class," said Mrs. Smith.
Mrs. Smith, she is like a mouse in many ways.
Including the beady eyes, brown hair and buck teeth.
The classroom had to be spotless.
Sometimes when you wanted to annoy Mrs. Smith you'd wear dirty jeans.
I sit next to Gretchen, my best friend.
She is the most popular kid in class.
I don't know why she chose me to be her best friend but I like it.