Gone. They told me every thing that meant anything was gone. Tears streamed down my face, looking for anything valuable, but all I could find is the letter i wrote to my preschool teacher I wrote about seven years ago. All it said is that the class was going to miss her when she went to Fiji. Then it struck me. When she was in Fiji, there had been multiple robberies, and she came back to town with ten moving trucks at her house. Just a few days ago she got robbed by someone FROM Fiji. Now I get it, when my teacher got robbed by what i guess is someone she robbed, robbed her, she came to rob my house because she had my address. sneaky teacher.
