One night me and my family went to the fair. We were all having a good time we were there a couple hours, it was a normal night we had a good time. But on our way home as we pulled into our drive way and we noticed our front door was wide open. As me and my family in shock we pulled around to the back my mom's boyfriend's car was broken into. We were all devastated. His brief case was gone, we came closer to the back door noticing the window was busted. Our house was broken into, we immediately dialed 911. 

The police came and did finger prints, still no trace of who did it. We went inside there was candle wax everywhere the man who broke into the house used a candle so he didn't have to turn on the lights. There was a pole behind the recliner he used that to break the glass in our back door.

 We checked the rooms no room was touched, but my moms. It was destroyed all of her dressers were a disaster he must have been looking for valuable stuff because we hide it. As we guess the man who broke into the house had to be watching us because he knew we weren't there. So that night we went to my moms boyfriends house and stayed the night then the next day the police came back to investigate some more and to this day we never found who broke into our house. We have always had a feeling it was our neighbor Daniel, but there was no proof. On this day we do not live in that house, but my mom does own it.

The title is "My Story."