A few months ago I was brought here. Some one had called the police and the next thing I know I am in this building with about 50 other kids. Some younger and some older. Some boys and some girls. My parents were arrested for child abuse and I had no other family that they could find so I was brought here.
When my parents got mad they took it out on me. I still have some cuts left. I mean it had only been a few days since they left. I was scared with them but I am scared to be here too. I am only 9.
It is now 5 months later and I have gotten used to this place. I don't have any friends really. I talk to other kids once in a while but i pretty much keep to myself in my room reading or watching tv or listening to the radio.
Ms. Bradshaw who ran the place, was great. She cared about all of us. I talked to her the most. She wondered why I didn't have friends or hung around alot with the other kids. I always told her that I didn't know why. I was content about being by myself and doing my school work. Until that is a boy about my age walked in to my life and changed me forever.
