I don't like my bracelets. Their tight and heavy and metal. They match my neckce but I don't like that either. My friends with the Shock Sticks said I've been bad so I have to wear them.

  I don't remember being bad, there was some blood, and screams. Is that bad? If Momma was here she would tell me. But I painted her red already, maybe when she screamed it was bad. Sissy screamed a lot louder. I smile, and one of my friends shoves my shoulder bdes.

  I turn to friend on the right, he's not red like Momma was, I wonder if he would like it. Sissy didn't.

  Oh there's my new home. It's dark and big, and there's more friends by the door. I wonder if they would like to be red.

  "Eli Hart?" One of my new friends asks.I giggle, "that's also my name", one of my old friend jabs me, and pushes me forward. I didn't say goodbye.