Stan and Dina didn't go home that night they stayed with me. Stan didn't care about his dad and his dad didn't care about him and Dina's parents were on vacation. They were going to stay with me. I was no longer alone. They weren't going to go to school. But it was to dangerous.
We had to find somewhere else to hide. But the cops were everywhere. "You can hide at mine" Dina said.
"But your percents will be back"
"In a month" she said
Stan brought up his old car up to the tower where me and Dina would get in. He drives us to Dina's where I would stay for a while.
Dina's house was giant. It was modern. It wasn't like are stupid house. My house was old and small. Dina was a pretty good cook better than my mom. I don't have to go buy hotdogs from the store. Well I can't anyway but still.