What if I told you that your life can all change within minutes? Would you believe me? Well, it did for me. It was March 31, 2011 and I was twelve years old. I was sitting outside my grandmother 's house in a cold metal chair that had a bright colorful cushion on it. It was a beautiful day outside for it being March. I had many things running through my head at this time in my life, many things have happened over past week. I was replaying every action, every moment, and ever mistake I ever made to this point of my life. I was scared, upset and every other emotion you can think of. My thoughts brought me back a couple days ago when I was kicked out of my adopted mothers home. My grandmother was their standing in the door way of my bright
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I knew where we were I just didn’t know what place we were at. The building was and off white color. It was clearly run down and dated. It looked scary and intimidating, especially towards my twelve-year self. Slowly walking towards the old building my thoughts began to race. I opened the door to the building slowly, scared of what I am about to walk into. the first thing That comes to my mind is how it smells old. It’s like walking into an old person home. I began looking around and I saw many posters of kids. Kids that were sad looking and happy. I started reading some of the posters and some of the slogans were “foster care homes are loving home too”. And also another poster stated “report child abuse at this hotline number”. From that moment on I knew I wasn’t going home. That my life is going to never be the same. My grandmother to take a sit that she will be back soon. I sat and stared at the poster at the sad children faces. I imagine myself as one of them. I could feel myself with them on the poster, sad and …show more content…
we got out and walked towards the house. Me being myself started examining every inch of the home. It looked like a trailer that has been added on. It wasn’t that pretty of a house, but at this moment I don’t know what I am supposed to expect. An older lady greeted me. Her name was Mrs. Linda. She talked really funny. She showed me around the house. As soon as you opened the door you walk into a hallway with two doors on each side, then up a ramp was the kitchen and a dining room. If you keep going straight the “girl’s room” aka the room I am staying in, was on the right. There was also a bathroom across from it. And she said to me that’s about it that you need to see for now. I went into the girl’s room to see what it looked like. I stared at all four white plain walls of the room for a while just trying to absorb everything. The room was very tiny. It had two sets of old black metal bunkbeds, one on the right of me and one to the left. I moved more into the room to examine it and I saw that the closet was about the size of two people standing next to each other. It was already full of clothes in it. There were four beds, I wondered how many people were in this small room. I got a bed on the top right bunk. I began pulling out what items I did have with me trying to make it as homey as
I knew where we were I just didn’t know what place we were at. The building was and off white color. It was clearly run down and dated. It looked scary and intimidating, especially towards my twelve-year self. Slowly walking towards the old building my thoughts began to race. I opened the door to the building slowly, scared of what I am about to walk into. the first thing That comes to my mind is how it smells old. It’s like walking into an old person home. I began looking around and I saw many posters of kids. Kids that were sad looking and happy. I started reading some of the posters and some of the slogans were “foster care homes are loving home too”. And also another poster stated “report child abuse at this hotline number”. From that moment on I knew I wasn’t going home. That my life is going to never be the same. My grandmother to take a sit that she will be back soon. I sat and stared at the poster at the sad children faces. I imagine myself as one of them. I could feel myself with them on the poster, sad and …show more content…
we got out and walked towards the house. Me being myself started examining every inch of the home. It looked like a trailer that has been added on. It wasn’t that pretty of a house, but at this moment I don’t know what I am supposed to expect. An older lady greeted me. Her name was Mrs. Linda. She talked really funny. She showed me around the house. As soon as you opened the door you walk into a hallway with two doors on each side, then up a ramp was the kitchen and a dining room. If you keep going straight the “girl’s room” aka the room I am staying in, was on the right. There was also a bathroom across from it. And she said to me that’s about it that you need to see for now. I went into the girl’s room to see what it looked like. I stared at all four white plain walls of the room for a while just trying to absorb everything. The room was very tiny. It had two sets of old black metal bunkbeds, one on the right of me and one to the left. I moved more into the room to examine it and I saw that the closet was about the size of two people standing next to each other. It was already full of clothes in it. There were four beds, I wondered how many people were in this small room. I got a bed on the top right bunk. I began pulling out what items I did have with me trying to make it as homey as