Kelly

So we violently jump the curb, go through the front yard, and we hit a decorative retaining wall.

And that is what keeps us feet away from going through the front of this stranger's house.

He was sleeping.

He was sleeping through it.

My like relief at not going through the house is immediately met by seeing the smoke coming out from the engine and going, there is no way that I'm getting out of this.

They're going to know.

So I'm like resigned to that feeling.

The cops show up a few minutes later.

I get arrested.

What?

They take me to juvie.

I'm in a folding cell for a few hours until they can get a hold of my parents because this is pre-cell phone.

So they have to wait for my parents to come home from dinner in order to let them know what's happened for them to come get me.

And so...

I was used to the yelling and the like, why would you do that?

Or that was like an awful decision and all those things that parents say.

This time it was met with silence, which to me is like even worse.

It was kind of like that.

The drive home the next couple of days and then they sit me down and they say, we think it would be best and safest for you if you go live with your dad in Venezuela.

I had lived there before.