Foster care seriously sucks. I had known it wouldn't be a picnick but I never expected it all to happen the wy it did. My case isn't like others, though. After social services was notified that me and my siblings were being verbally and physically abused they told my Grammy to make sure he didn't get us. So she lied to him and said we were staying the night to make cookies for the holiday. (The next day was Valentines) But at school things took a bad turn. I was in class like usual until I was called up to the office. (I was in 3rd period with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Hildenbrand, and my boyfriend Ethan.
When I walked up to the office they told me my dad was going to try and get me. I felt sick because I honestly didn't know what he'd do to me if he had found out social services was called. The guidance councilor had called the police and they said not to let him come to the school, me and my brother needed to stay away from the office and any large glass space where he could see us, and they were sending an officer to detain him. She said I could stay in her office or go to class but stay in that room until they said we could come out. I was horrified at the thought of staying in the office. (Social services had been called before but the councilor sat us both down; trying to talk things out. My dad is a really good fake though. He played it cool until we got home. He started cussing at me, throwing things, and hit me in the head) So I went to 3rd period and when the bell rang, I stayed in the seat. Mrs. Hildenbrand asked me why and I said "The police told me to stay here so my dad cant get me". Then she asked if I was ok, but I said "Yea, I'm fine". She hugged me and told me I was't. Later in the day in 6th period they told me they had taken my dad into custody and someone would be there to pick me up that day. Some stranger. I said ok and went on. I told Ethan bye and I love him(I did everyday before I got on the bus). But I didn't know that was going to be the last time for months. I arrived at Central with my brother and went to the office where the social worker, principle, and my sister sat, waiting for us. The social worker told me I was moving to Graves and my jaw nearly dropped. She said we were lucky that we weren't going to be split up. But I didn't feel lucky. I felt like I was just hit with a frying pan. I texted Ethan and told him. I wasn't crying yet. I never really cry at first, I always think then cry. We left the office and began the excruciating ride to my "new home". I didn't start crying until we were half way there, when Ethan had told me he was crying. I felt like I had failed everyone for some reason. When we got to the house they told me the truth, we were at the house of kids nobody wants. All the other children in the house were adopted but a baby girl named Bella. She would be soon though. There was a a total of 7 children living there but more were always there. I stayed there for 24 days, missing Ethan and I's 6th month, never getting to say goodbye to my friends, and I cried. Every night. One day my foster mom lied to me. After she swore she never would. I worked my butt off because I was grateful she had taken us then she lied to me. I didn't get to talk to anyone I knew for the whole time. When I went to school I was always angry. I didn't want new friends, new teachers, new anyone. So I was alone the whole time. Purely alone. I said "I wish I had never said anything. Taking a beating every day and getting to see my friends was so worth it" and I'd never take it back.
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My childhood is kinda, sorta depressing so...just a warning
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Keisha LyonAverage 13 year old foster kid ArchivesCategories |