I do know

Part one: Intro I guess Im not good at this, okay?

"I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said, 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.'" Sang my television as I sat in front of it. I was watching my favorite show, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air as my mom walked into the living room. She had a distressed look on her face. She looked like a wreck; her hair was nappy and her eyeliner was ran down her face due to tears.

I looked at her, and immediately went from slouching to sitting straight up. She looked at me for a moment and finally spoke.

"Oh, what a coincidence." She said. She sat down on the couch cushion next to mine and sighed.

"What?" I asked. I felt concerned; and it looked like she did too.

"Lars. You know we love you, right?" She said. I noticed tears swarming her eyes. She gently placed her arm around my shoulders, performing a side-hug.

"Yeah" I sighed. I immediately hugged her back; I saw what was coming.

"Look Lars, I've been thinking. There's been a lot of fighting between you and Chris lately. And I love you both very, very much. But I'm just fed up with all of it" she sighed.

Chris was my step dad, and there's always been a mutual hatred for each other sense day one. He's got such a short fuse, and is always nagging about everything. And of course, me, being the rebellious guy I am, has to testify to all of it, which in result, normally starts a fight. In our latest episode, he threw a vase at me; which didn't hit me, but instead shattered on a wall. But instead of calling the child care service or the police, mom just stood by.

"Mom, are you okay?" I asked, resting my head on her shoulder.

"No Lars, I'm not." She paused for another moment, fighting the tears, then continued. "Look, I got in touch with your dad" She took another pause, then said "He's living in Tennessee. And I think it's best if you stayed with him for a little while. Just until things cool off here."

A tear fell down my face as I looked over to the corner where the vase was thrown; there was still small shards of porcelain on the floor. Then, I looked up at mom. That's when she snapped. Her eyes filled with tears; they started running down her face, following in the trail of the eyeliner.

"Do I have to? Why can't we get rid of Chris?" I asked with more tears.

Mom sat up for a second and looked around the near rooms, then turned to me and said "Between you and me, I'm scared of Chris. I don't know what I got myself into when I married him. I fear that if I leave him or force him to leave, that bad things will happen. That's why it's you who has to leave. I'm sorry Lars."

She started to say more, but Carlton was dancing on TV. I almost forgot I was with mom, I almost forgot the bad news I just received. I snapped back to reality when mom said "Have you been listening to what I said?"

I answered truthfully. Luckily, mom repeated herself. "You have til tomorrow night, then you'll catch a flight. Say good bye to your friends and what not, but remember I love you."

"I love you too, mom" I said. Tears were still coming down our faces. She wiped mine away and kissed me on the forehead. "Goodnight I told her."

"Good night, Lars"

Well by now, you should be able to tell this isn't the happiest of stories, and it may not get better from here. But, bringing it to a lighter subject: me. My name is Laremy Thompson IV, but I go bye Lars. Laremy is the name of all the first born men in my family back when my great great great grandpa stepped foot in Florida. I've got a little brother, Jakob, and a sister named Clare. I live in a small town called Bronson. It's a one light town with a few stores. The "hottest place" here is a convenient store that sells 44 oz sodas for 79 cents. We've got an elementary school and a middle-high school. I don't really talk to my fellow students, and most of my friends I met through the school's band. However, we don't talk much outside of band. Either they are too involved in it, or they aren't too social. I fit right in with them.

I lay on my mattress, staring solely at the ceiling. I was making a plan on what I should do and who I should tell. I heard my phone buzz to my left, but I ignored it. BUZZ. It went again, but I ignored it again. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ. Finally, I gave in and checked it. It was my best friend Karla. She was asking if I wanted to come over and play video games. It was only six-thirty in the evening, so I said I'd be over.