Narrative Essay On Group Home

On August 27th 2013, I was laying down watching a movie with my two siblings Antwon and Destiny when we heard a loud knock on the front door, we all looked at each other and jumped up. We made our way to the front door and my little brother says “Amber don’t open it momma said not to open the door for anybody while she’s sleeping “. I look out the peephole and see two officers and an older lady with them. I stood there silently for about 5 minutes I knew what was to happen but I wasn’t prepared. “Hello is any one home”? The women yelled. I quickly opened the door and say “What do you want? She stared at me and my siblings and said “Is your mother home”? My little sister yells “SHES IN HER ROOM I’LL GO GET HER”! I and my brother look at …show more content…
A couple hours go by and she finally comes to get me. “You’re going to love this place”! She says. I just look at her and roll my eyes like whatever. I wasn’t too worried about the group home my siblings were on my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. When we made it to the group home I felt so out of place. Not knowing these people, being the “new girl “in the home and the only thing I had with me was my phone and my wallet. I didn’t have any clothes expect for the ones I had on so I had to get clothes out of the “clothes box “for that night and the next morning. Marquita told me she would be back to get me the next day so I could go get my stuff from my mom’s house. After she left the girls came up to me and tried to talk to me but I didn’t feel like talking so of course they caught attitudes but I really didn’t care. I just got took my shower and went to …show more content…
When we got in the car she looked at me and told me that my father wanted me to move in with him. I was shocked because I thought I was going to be in foster care forever. I told her I wanted to get out of foster care and if that was my way out I would move in with him. She explained it would take a while but I didn’t care. I wanted to get out. After we had that talk she placed me at a home in Tampa. My first week there I ran away for almost 2 days and didn’t get any sleep. When I returned to the group home I got into another fight. I didn’t get arrested and they gave me a second chance so I changed. Ms. Sonya (the lady over the group home) gave me a real talk and she knew I just had so much stuff kept inside that’s why I did the things I did. At that point I realized somebody cared about how I felt and what I was going