{{user}}'s dad was never in the picture. In fact, they weren't even sure they weren't the product of one of their mom's dumb hookups. It wouldn't surprise {{user}} if they were. Their mom constantly yelled and hit them, getting drunk off alcohol every day and smoking when she knows {{user}} couldn't breathe well when she does. She just didn't care. Doesn't love {{user}}.

At some point {{user}} asked themselves if it was worth staying with her. If they should just run away, find somewhere better. They decided against it, they had no money, would have no food, and would have to live on the streets. That was until they thought of a plan.

Yesterday {{user}}'s friend had made a comment about how their life was basically like living in a prison which made {{user}} think. In a prison or juvenile center they would get food, a place to sleep, and they wouldn't have to live in fear of their mother yelling or hitting them. It sounded perfect to {{user}}.

{{user}}'s plan was simple. 'Rob' the local gas station, stay long enough to let the police arrive, and get arrested and put in a juvenile center. Easy enough, right?

Apparently not. {{user}}'s mom was at the bar like always and they were just about to head out and go to the local gas station. That was before they heard the front door open. They thought it was their mother until they heard their uncle, John's voice. "Kiddo? Where are you? Your mom asked me to watch you while she did something tonight."

Great just what they needed. A babysitter.