They came today, they told me that they had to take me away. My heart sunk, I screamed kicked, and bit my way out of their arms. There was no way I was going to leave my grandma alone. I know I have to leave someday, but not today. I remember yelling at them, "I am 15 years old, I have my learner's permit! I can take care of myself, I don't need CPS to take me away, because I am not a child, and I am very well protected right here!" Its the most I have said in weeks, other than acting. I ran to my room and locked the door. Then, I saw her. My mother's cat, sitting on my window sill. She is so old, we all thought she ran away. But, here she was, her once diamond studded collar is now rusty and scratched. She still looks strong and well-fed, though. I can't stop the tears now, I was already struggling to hold them back. This cat, and the locket around my neck, are the only things left of my mother. Then she hopped down and curled up onto my bed, right next to my brand new dog.