When I was living with my aunt and uncle I used to get in trouble a lot so when I did get in trouble I had to sit on the couch for however many minutes i was told, so I did but I was crying the whole time so they told me to go to my room, but I didn’t so they told me about three times before they took me picked me up and took me to my room, and took my pants off and used a belt to my butt. It happened quite a few times, then my uncle got to the point to where he slapped me across the face with a belt so hard my face puffed up and turned red. So like a few months later a social worker came and asked me a lot of questions and had me sign a lot of things than she talked to my aunt and uncle had them sign a few things then the social worker said to say goodbye then she took me to my first foster home I cried the whole way there.