Things were pretty quiet for a week or so.  But it never lasted for long. I managed to get the apartment settled pretty quick.  It was so nice, it had new carpet and paint, and all the appliances were in good clean shape.

The first problem we had here was, that Bobby wasn't allowed to have anyone in the house during the day while we were working.  It wasn't unusual for Terry to stop at the house during the day.  On one day, Terry came home for a late lunch, and caught three kids leaving the apartment.  When he asked what were they doing there, one boy said bobby invited them over to play video games.  Of course bobby denied it.  Then Bobby starting yelling that we never let him do anything. Terry told him if he would mind the few rules that we had he could do pretty much anything he wanted.

Our rules were very simple, and they were nothing more than any other parent asks of their kids.
1. Clean up after yourself ... that meant if you take your shoes off in the living room, to put them in his room. So not to be tripped over.
2. Take your dinner plate, scrape it off in to the trash, and rinse it off.
3. Do your best in school. I didn't expect all A's, would have been happy with all D's.
4. NO ONE in the house without permission. especially if we were at work.
5. Do not break the law, this included... shoplifting, destruction of property, fighting. That kind of thing.
6. Mind your manners that you were brought up with. 
 I thought these rules were all that was needed. They are very simple and plain.

We continuously found times that Bobby had no means to buy.  Which we figured had come from the mall a couple blocks from the apartment.  We knew he had stolen them... we just didn't know from where.

And we had the constant battle of helping to bring in groceries. That would always spark an argument.  Sometimes he would help just not to hear the nagging,  other times he would go halfway up the stairs and drop the bags.  Began to think this was intentional, because he always managed to drop the bags that had eggs, glass bottled, anything that would break and make a mess.

One day after coming home from the store with just a couple sacks.  I carried them into the kitchen and asked Bobby to put them away while I changed my work clothes.  Didn't take me long to change.  When I came back into the kitchen, I found Bobby throwing items from one side of the kitchen into the pantry.  This caught me by surprise for some reason, and I hollered at him. "What the hell are you doing?"  He replied with.... putting away groceries like you told me to.  So I sent him and his smart ass grin to his room, and told him not to come out until I called him.

I went about cleaning up the mess he had made.  Salvaged what I could, threw away what I couldn't.  When I turned around to the garbage can in the pantry, I noticed that there was something dripping down the wall.  He had poured cooking oil down the wall.  I found the one gallon jug empty on the floor with the lid on it beside the trash can.  I was just floored by this and fuming over it.  I called Bobby into the living room and asked if he had poured oil on the wall?  He said, yes.  And I asked why? He said, I don't know, just felt like it.  Knowing I wasn't going to get anywhere with him, and if I made him clean it up that it would be all over everything by the time he was done.  I sent him back to his room.  And proceed to clean up the mess.

The next thing was a call from the school.  Terry was home for lunch when the call came.  It was the principal wanting to speak with Terry in his office.  So Terry said he could be there in about fifteen minutes.  When Terry got to the school, and went to speak with the principal.  The principal told him that Bobby has some very official looking paper work fro the police dept.  And that someone had filled out the forms with some very serious accusations.  Terry asked to see the paper work, which the principal let him.  The papers that Terry was looking at was a Offense report and a Narrative form.  Both which bobby had no reason to be in possession of.  And the items that were filled in were just down right out mind blowing.  He claimed in the paper work that he witnessed another kid beat a younger kid with a baseball bat.  It was very graphic in detail of what happened.

Bobby had been showing these around the school, and when the boy that was written about saw them, the boys got into a fight.  Which is how the principal came into possession of them. Both boys were given three days of in-school suspension for fighting.  But what concerned the principal was that Bobby had access to these kinds of reports.  Terry explained that normally he didn't have access to them. That there had been a day the week before that Terry had cleaned out his truck at home, and brought different things in that needed to be cleaned or sorted.  And he hadn't realized that any of these reports were missing until now.

That evening after we were all home, Terry explained to me what had happened.  I was furious.  Asked Bobby why he did this.  And he replied, Because I can. At this point I was so frustrated at the fact that between the other problems we had with Bobby that this one could get Terry fired from the Police Dept.  I told Bobby to go to his room and not to come out unless it was to use the bathroom.  He stomped off and slammed the door.