"I know you stole money from me," my mother said. I look at her with my best shocked expression.
     'Damn it,' I think.
     "I didn't take any money from you." I replied, careful with my words. If I was too defensive she would know for sure that I actually did take the money I clearly knew about. My mother stared at me and then sighed.
     "I'm very disappointed in you. Give me the $20 you took," she said. I knew that I couldn't convince her that I hadn't taken anything. I turned back into my room and pulled out the drawer with the Hello Kitty piggy  bank. I shielded it with my body so she wouldn't see the other $20 bills that I had taken from her. I hand her the bill without looking at her, not out of shame like she probably thinks but out of disappointment of getting caught. My mother doesn't say anything else and just walks out. I sit down on my bed as my brother silently plays his Spartan game, not knowing what to do next.
     My brother knows that I take money from my brother but is loyal and doesn't tell her anything. He wouldn't tell her anything as long as it hurts her. He doesn't help her in any of the arguements between us and always defends me. He always is there for me better than any friend and is definitely my best friend, even thoguh I laughed at the idea a few years before. Now he doesn't say anything, because he knows that I want time to think.Although I dismiss the questions on what will happen next, he's careful not to mention the topic.
     Hours pass with both my brother and I playing on some type of video game console. Close to 8:30 my mother calls my brother but not much time passes before he comes back and tells me that she wants to see me. I get up and go to her huge room. I sit on her Ab Rocket that she never uses nether the less thinks about.
     "I'm disappointed in you. I don't know how I can ever trust in you again." she starts off. "I'm going to take you to church to repent you sins and confess to God."
     "What God?" I hiss, touchy about the subject of religion. I had lost faith many months ago when I saw how there was no just in the world and that you had to make your own future, instead of believing that an all powerful god will lead you. My mother looks at me as if I'm crazy.
     "God of course. I know that you stole all that money in your piggybank from me," she says.
     "How would you know?" I angrily reply, cursing in my mind.
     "It's not like your father gives you anything," her reply is the trigger. I immediately get mad and extremely defensive, not bothering to hide my emotions from her.
     "Why wouldn't he?" I say through gritted teeth.
"Because every 1st of the month he asks for his paycheck to give to that woman," she says in a disgusted tone. I knew she was talking about my father's girlfriend and I also knew that she was wrong.
     "How would you know that he doesn't give us anything? You aren't married anymore," I reply out of anger almost hissing my words out. She glares at me as if I had hit a nerve.
     "He never gives you anything," she says through angry eyes.
     "You always think you know everything when you don't know anything! What do you know?" I get up and fast walk to my room to cool off.
     'At least he gives me something that you never have given me. Love. At least he understands something when I tell him my situation. Even though he may not buy me as much stuff as you, he has given me all I need to know in life. Possesions don't make a person happy but people do. You treat me like a dog. Show me off to you so called friends when I do something good and scold me when I don't do as you want.' I think alone, lying on my bed. I remember the time where I got two awards at a school ceremony but going home, all she talked about was my friend who had gotten almost ten awards telling me to make myself his friend so that I could become smarter. Not even a nice job. At the time I didn't tell him that he was my friend because I was angry that she never could just praise me.
     'I don't need her money.' I think. 'The day I turn 18, I'm leaving here and going to a place where she won't dare go. Somewhere that she will never find me. I might take my brother as well and keep in contact with my dad, but once I am the right age I never want to see that woman again. I just don't care for this one that has called herself my mother. She never treated me like a daughter. I just don't care anymore.'