Tommy can you hear me?!

The U-Haul boxes littered the garage floor like shanties in an African aparthaide. Tommy took off-kilter steps to avoid the corners of the brown boxes as he made his way towards the middle.
"I don't know why she spent all this money on boxes. I could have just got them for her," Tommy thought as he noticed the two dollar price tag on each box. There must have been fifty, at least sixty of these boxes, to go along with the four moving Pods she had rented. The Pods had stickers preaching the value of $129/a month.
Tommy tripped his way to the center of the garage and sat down on a box. It bent under his weight and he could hear a toy dinosaur roar come out of the box. It barely reached his ear before he reached into his pocket to pull out his dugout. Out of habit, he perked an ear up for any sign of his parents, but he knew he didn't need to, they weren't there. His dad was on a business trip in Cincinatti, but probably just screwing more internet whores. His mom was was at Gonzaga for parent weekend.
And Tommy was here, smoking pot in his garage, once again. He took a hit of his pinner and with a deep breath buried it in the catacombs of his lungs. He exhaled long and slow, waiting for the THC molecules to settle. The smoke burned as it came out, and his lungs pushed hard against the carbon filled air.
He looked around at the boxes again. They looked out of place, and Tommy felt awkward sitting in the middle of it all. He stood up confused and pulled open the box he was sitting on. Another squawk came out of the beastly Star Wars figurine that was sitting on top of an etch-a-sketch. He pulled out the Ton-Ton and brought it to his stomach. His head craned down searching for the click that jerked the invisible rider of it's back. He found it and clicked it, the figurine jerked like a chicken going for ground seed.
Tommy brought the figurine to his face and smelled the plastic. The ribs of the Ton-Ton felt surreal and he started to cry. He cried for himself. His parents were really getting divorced and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to leave all this behind.