it's Monday
the police took me to foster parents, the last thing I need. I just want to be alone.they don't know me. they don't know about me. they have two kids already. a 7 year old boy and a 16 year old girl. I'm on my way to go to them right now. I have 2 bags if stuff and that's it. will they let me go out? will they treat me like family? will they care for me or get in my business to much? will they hurt me jut like my step-dad? I don't know but I'm not liking this. I want my dad, I just wish he was here with me... I want to be with him. my mom didn't have a funeral. they just buried her. but I'm going to show my respects tomorrow. if I have any, she didn't care about me. but deep inside I still love her and I wish she was back so I could talk to her. we arrive and its a nice house. only 10 minutes away from my home, so I'm going to the same school. sadly. I get out and just observe the neighborhood. it's beautiful and nice, un like mine, with smashed beer bottles in the rode and torn up houses. I walk up and knock on the door. three knocks with my knuckles. they know I'm coming, they had a meeting with social workers and were planning for my arrival. I met them at the conference. I didn't say anything. I just sat there, zoned out thinking about that night I almost died. and was regretting not swallowing them.
