Chapter Six

    At about 1 AM I got up to go to the bathroom. Being a foster child I was taught to keep my emotions in. I couldn’t do it any longer. When I got back to my room, I blew up. I began to throw things across the room. I was bawling my eyes out while screaming "Why? Huh? Why me?"

    This went on for about fifteen minutes until Steph came in. she picked me up and placed me on the bed next to her. "Shhh, Honey, it will be ok" she tried to calm me while rocking back and forth.

    "No it won’t! How can you say that? You don’t understand. I’m flawed, and I hate it. All my life I have been rejected by family after family; even my parents didn’t want me. And just when my life starts to go ok, these… people feel that they need to take it all away?! Why?" I shook and sobbed as Steph said. "I don’t know, honey, I don’t know."