i’m so good at fake crying! I think to myself. It’s a good thing too, because I really need to find that transformer. Optimus prime, the coolest one. I don’t quite remember when I lost it, but I think, it was the same day that the police came to our house. Mama says it has to be at the house somewhere and stop bugging her, because she has too much on her mind already. Daddy just yells at me every time I ask. Last week, people kept stealing stuff from us. AND our car. And then they came and stole other stuff, and, uh… I forgot. But yesterday, I made a new friend. His name is Joe. He has A car with lights on top! I’m about to ask Mom again, but then we hear a big boom, and our window breaks! Cool! I run over to go see, but mama holds me back. Is it dangerous? I ask her, grinning excitedly. She runs upstairs with me, and we hide in the closet. Dada looks scary, AND scared. Isn’t that crazy! But anyway I found my transformer in The closet. So, the end!