Don't Make Your Life Like This
When I ran away from my first foster home, my foster sister and I tried to get from Minnesota to Florida to her grandma's house. Well we got to florida but not far enough to make it to her grandma's. We ended up prostituting to make enough money to get to her house and once we got there her grandma said we had to leave, so we prostituted a little more to earn enough money to go from Florida to Maine.
When we got there we lived with people that didn't care about anything but crack and alcohol, and when we started to smoke crack we left and got caught. I spent 1 year in a juvenile center, and my little brother that looked up to me now disowns me. So does my mom and dad. Now I'm in permanent foster care til I'm 18.
don't make your life like this!