This piece is about the day I was evicted from my house in Georgia. No warning from my mother, I was woken up by her and the sheriff standing behind her in my home. My emotions completely shut off for a few days. If they wouldn’t have, I would not have made it through that month of homelessness, juggling school and my mother and my brother and overcoming substance abuse as well as other deeply personal issues. I thought everything was absolutely done. But at the same time, my heart and mind completely shut down. I only reacted to the immediate present,which is not the best way to live your life. However, I did this and I learned a lot, probably more than a kid my age should know about.