The beginning

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Introduction

Hi, this is my story about going into care and the stories i have about them.

May 18th 2013

While on the bus back home, I receive a phone call from mum, 'Saul get home now!' before I could reply she hung up, I got off the bus and ran back home, worrying about what has happened, I get in and mum is sat in the living room with an angry face, she asks me to sit down.

She say 'Saul, where have you been?!' her face looking like it's going to pop with anger, 'I've been in town with my friends' I said confused, she said the question again, I then replied with a sad face 'I've been with grandma' she walk up to me, and gave me the biggest slap ever, then looked though my pockets, she found my new phone that she got me, and took it 'oh did grandma get you a lovely new phone' she said in a sarcastic tone, then she smashed the phone on the floor, 'There! Now tell her that I'm a bad mother!' I looked at phone in peaces and started crying.

Mum then dragged me up from the floor and threw me out the door and said 'NEVER COME BACK!' I ran to the train station and got onto a train to my home town, to see if my family could help me.

I got to Melton Mowbray and then found a phone box to call my auntie to see if she was in. *ring ring* *ring* 'hello?' said auntie 'hello its Saul, mum has thrown me out and I'm at the train station' I said crying 'I'm on my way, stay where you are!' she hung up and so did I.

I waited about 5 minutes, then she arrived, she got out the car and gave me a big hug, and said 'everything will be ok' we got into the car and went to her house.

When we got there she made me some food, german sausages my favourite, then we sat down and talked about mum throwing me out.

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