Prologue

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Being a foster kid isn't easy, I never fit in anywhere. I suppose anywhere is better than here though, not knowing when it'll stop or if it ever will. I've been in this placement for 3 months now. It was fine at the start but then one of the boys at school started picking on me because I play football and then when I beat him in a game he punched me so I hit him back. That didn't go down well with Mark and Danielle. I don't think there has been a day since then that I haven't been physically abused whilst around them. I would do anything to not be here but no one listens to foster kids.

People ask why I'm in foster care and the answer is my parents died in a car accident when I was 5, I don't remember my parents very much but I know that they loved me more than anything. I've lived in foster homes since that point, in the last year I have been in 10 different homes all of them ranging from a week to this one being the longest at 3 months. 

I spend most nights in bed wondering if someone could ever love me the way my parents did and the question will things ever get better?  Some things we just have to hope for. 

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