"Mom I need a dream catcher " I said. " why " mom said. I wanted to yell because I already told her what happened to me at school. " oh now I remember" mom said. Days passed and I finally got one and my dad drilled a hole in my wall a little one not big, so then he put a nail and hung the dream catcher on it. I actually felt more better than before because I knew this would help. Next morning I woke up with joy and then this happened. " son I have to go to my friends wedding and dad is at work so I'm sorry that I have to take you to that daycare because it's free" mom said. It's not really free she says that.I stood there with anger, rage , and nervous. " mom no why!!!" I yelled. Sophia walked in the living room to join us. " what happened" she said. " daycare" I yelled. " yay !!" She said with excitement. " why!! Mom why why why the guy in the bear costume is bad news he's the killer I'm not sure of that place!!" I begged. I moaned as my mom yelled at me to go to the car and shut up. Typical moms.
