I’m Ian, 17, and I live in a house that doesn’t feel like home anymore. It used to, back when it was just me and my dad before he died in a car accident. The only thing that kept me going after his death was knowing he had left me a college fund — money meant to secure my future. It was supposed to be locked away until I turned 18. Then one day, my mom and stepdad Ray dropped the news: we were moving into a bigger house. I couldn’t understand how they could afford it.
