I was in care a few days before they decided to take a picture of me to put me up for foster. I had long, black, unwashed hair, a t-shirt worn to often and stained jeans with black boots on in the photo. Little did I know that what I told Kevin was passed on to the care workers so they knew everything. My life didn't change much, I could shower, I had chores, I had friends and I had food and a bed. I shared a room with my friend Calum. We were best friends and about the same age, we also went to the same school. We shared the same tastes in music and we had a sense of humour. From the age of thirteen until I ran away we were best mates. We'd share stories and watch DVD's, porn and music videos together, we were 'joined at the hip.' at the age of fourteen I met this girl who was cute and amazing, I took her back to the care home and we listened to music. It was Summer all over again, except I helped her have an orgasm and she ended up being pregnant, as usual I denied everything. She eventually found me and gave me our child, Charles 'Charlie' Tyler Fredrick Campbell. Calum helped but was scared of having his own. Now he has a wife and two kids, not so scared then. In fourth year the teachers made the mistake of putting me and Calum in the same class, if it was in alphabetical order by second name then we would sit together because Campbell comes after Blair. We got into trouble at school and a lot, we both got suspended and almost expelled. We always got a laugh until, Calum moved school and I took drum lessons to keep me out of trouble. I then got home and ran rampage around the care home with Calum usually. When he moved we both became mature and focussed on our futures. We lost touch and then got our own rooms. I gave Charlie to Kevin to look after until I got out of the care home. At the age of sixteen I ran away and hoped nobody would find me. I was staying with Kevin and working in an Orange phone shop and also had a paper route...
