Confessions of a Foster Kid

I'm a foster kid. Plain and simple. I've dealt with more than the average share a teenager should have to deal with. Once again, I am moving. Never in a different state. Just different counties and different cities. Except this time I'm moving to a small town. A small town with a bit of rivalry, drama, and quite possibly the last place I'm going to be for a long time. Reason? The next time it won't be a foster home. It'll be a group home. And then, ladies and gentlemen, I'm done for. Because every foster kid knows that once you hit the group home, there's no getting out.

*There will be strong language, a little bit of violence, and possibly grammar errors that I haven't caught. Read at your own risk: there are possible triggers such as suicide, depression, anxiety, death, and lots and lots of sarcasm. Get ready to cry, laugh, yell, and shake your head. It's going to be a long ride. Enjoy and do show your friends :)