Okay so this is my one and only post that isn't a rpc.
Well some of you know that I went through a lot in 2009-2010 I think it was.
Well it all started October sixth. The day of my grandma's birthday. The worst day in my life other then when my grandpa died, a man who I think of still as my real father. We had to go to court because Tn doesn't allow kids to miss 15 days of school per trimester. Well at least this District as far as I know. I was so nervous, but I had really kind people backing me up. My Attorney miss Leslie. Well while we were in court she said there was a chance I wouldn't be sent home. the crybaby i am, I cried not knowing what else to do. I ended up biting the inside of my lip hard enough to make it bleed. Note if your ever going through a nerve wracking court-date bring gum. And lots of it. Also make it so the judge doesn't notice your chewing it.
Well obviously I wasn't sent home, my mom threw a fit in the courtroom standing up and swearing, she ended up in jail ten days for it. I'm surprised I didn't stand up and scream that it wasn't fair. I was put in foster care, I can't sat that I like her. But at the time I thought she was cool. And note, my mom and grams both blamed me for EVERYTHING. And eventually my brother did too, so you can imagine me being an emotional wreck. After a three day period we went back to court, again I was kept in foster care and there were more tears because of something my grandma said to me. She said it was my own fault and I should stay in foster care. To not even think about ever coming home. And that it wasn't my home anymore. But I had a cool Foster sister. Amanda. We talked about a lot of stuff and I helped her with her homework since she was younger then me.
I was then enrolled in GED courses. But, my troubles didn't end. I learned my foster parents sucked and so did their kids. I was constantly picked on for being so petite and my age. I ended up making their nine year old daughter cry, yeah I made a little kid cry but that's not as bad as what she did in my book. She slept on all the mattresses, peed took off her clothes and tossed them around the room. And mostly onto my bed. So I got yelled at, a lot. And I cried. A lot more.
I ended up staying there because if I was sent to another. Then I would most likely have been labeled as an unruly child. And they would have kept me until my birthday in August. By then I had passed all but the math portion of the GED. And god and just about everyone knows I'm extremely bad at math. So I started going to class four times a week from 2:30 to 5:30. And my foster parents wouldn't pick me up till six or seven. A few times I called my grandma to pick me up, we had amended by then. But things weren't quite the same. So many times had they blamed me for so many things. It was always my fault no matter what the problem was.... I passed my ged. And on march nineteenth we drove to the town where Shriners children s hospital was. On March 22nd I had orthopedic surgery on my foot. May 11th I was released from foster care and back into my grandma's care.
By June my leg was healed enough to get my cast off. I spent a week at the beach with my family and my bf. it was hard and painful to walk so my time wasn't all that fun. Eventually we came back to Tn, Come August I got my own apartment, and thats where I am even now.
 TsunKitty · Sun Jan 16, 2011 @ 08:56am · 0 Comments |
