How did I get to this point in my life

Chapter 1 My life now sucks

Josh was in his bedroom at home, alone, and really unsure if he was welcome here anymore. You see Joshua is 13, and was adopted by his now family, when you go through 5 foster families before getting adopted you do have a hard time believing the concept of a forever home. Josh did not get it, he thought he was going to get sent away like he did in the past. The previous "homes" always said when you got there that "they're glad you're here" or "we won't send you away", but he still at times did not get the concept of a "forever home" and adopted meant that "you are now a family forever", or "someone always loving you".

You see, I, Joshua, lives in the north west, was taken away from my birth family at the age of 7, and in less than a year was in 5 seperate foster homes. The family I am with now did adopt me, it was almost 3 years before it was completed. Even though it has been a little over 3 years since the adoption and the parents I have, have always been nice. Treated me with respect, I still at times had a hard time believing they were family.

I was just sitting in my room thinking about the last screw up I was involved in. I got out of juvenile detention yesterday. I spent 7 days there and my current belief is that my dad or should I be saying the man of the house Bill. Or should I just call him Mr. Smith. All of this is really his even though he and his wife gave me presents, phones, computers, RC cars, helicopters, horses, Xbox series X and a PS5, fancy clothes, a four wheeler, all kinds of electronic devices like Raspberry PI's, and much more. I know, I have more than a lot of kids get to dream about.

My last screw up started with a school presentation for the first and second grade doing their STEM (science, technology, engineering, math) project. Ryan, my little brother, and the birth son of the people that adopted me, was speaking giving his part of the presentation, he stuttered and was nervous. A boy a few years older than me, that I knew, was there and started laughing and calling him names.

We go to a private school, boys always have to wear a white shirt, blazer, and dark grey dress slacks, along with a tie whenever in the school for a function or class. The ties are different colors depending on what grade you are in. The color of the boy's tie told me he was in the 10th grade or 2 grades ahead of me. I got mad because I am always protective of little kids, especially my little brother.

I said to him "shut the F*** up". He started to say something back when the lady beside him, I assumed his mom because I never met her, smacked him on the arm and said to him be nice, your brother's project is next. He just gave me a look but did not say anything else.

We left after the presentation was over. My little brother was really glad it was over. He had to give his portion of the presentation to a full auditorium in the high school. He came running to me wanting a hug, and I gave him one of course. Before we left the boy I was telling you about was giving me a stare and dirty look. I didn't say anything but a few of his friends said something to him and you could tell he was not happy.

Two days later while I was doing class change from 4th to 5h period, the boy came up to me from behind in the hall and shoved me. The highschool is on the other side of the parking lot from the middle school. The elementary school is next to the middle school. Students are not supposed to be in the wrong building without checking in at the office and having a pass from their school headmaster. After shoving me real hard into a locker I turned around and screamed " what the f*** is your problem a**hole". This got everyone in the hallways's attention and they were all looking at us. I really didn't care what anybody said or thought. He swung at me aiming for my face.

When I moved in with my now family I was tough, could take a beating, but didn't really know how to defend myself. I was not very confident and easily scared. Bill, I don't know if I can still call him dad, but I guess I will until I get told not to. He was former military and was trained in a lot of specialized hand to hand combat skills. He also got me to go to Karate, and Sambo classes (they are martial arts). I took Karate for three years but still do the Sambo, lift weights and play or well IDK used to play on one of the sports teams at school. So I have learned extremely well on how to defend myself against much bigger opponents.