If you gentlemen would let me post the rest of the story...
>>7549356>>7549362>>7549372>>7549376>>7549341She asked if I had been watching the news recently, I told her "no" because I had work to do involving school, and it just weren't constructive of my time. I asked her to tell me what was wrong and what she had been seeing, but she avoided the question and just told me that I should be sent to live away from here, with relatives. I of course, protested heavily, but I just couldn't breach her decision (and usually she's quite a pushover). I absolutely couldn't BELIEVE she had done this, but done it she had. The next day, she sent me away with a simple kiss and instantly closed the door on me when I was out, I had never felt so unloved...
Still, I had to do it. I didn't know too much about the relatives I was going to live with, all I knew is that they were quite rich and had their own sons and daughters. Gave me somebody to talk to at least. And it'd only be for a couple of of weeks. Living in relaxation in a big house didn't sound too bad. She had only given me a bit of money, enough to get to my aunt and uncle. When I had gotten far enough I hailed a taxi, it looked really outworn. A really old looking taxi, the inside smelt revolting like piss and shit. But I thought nothing of it, and told the driver my destination. He knew where it was (fortunately) and off we set. I finally arrived at the house I was on my way too at about 7:00am or 8:00am after a long, long drive and I yelled to the cabby "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel-Air.