She stood and watched him go off on his own. Feeling some remorse about what she had said to him, she felt the need to run after him again. Why did he keep making her feel that way? She huffed and turned back to go down her own route. Some people on her street approached her and asked who gave her the jacket.  With intentions to steal it before they saw the insignia and backed off. She had been ignoring them completely as always, so she didn't take the time to look at what they had been.<br/><br/>Arriving at the door, she hoped her father wouldn't be there. She hadn't been able to find him a decent job, but there was a neighbor who contacted them that morning about moving some things to a relatives house. She took the message for him and left a note on the table. Hoping that he would get it, as he was asleep when she left for school.<br/><br/>She knocked on the door and waited. Standing up straight and facing the door as she knew that if she was found kicking back in any way she would not be greeted well. Not that she ever was.