When I got to my first foster home they introduced themselves there was a eleven year old girl, a 19 year old girl, two dogs, a pregnant cat, and a mom. When you first get there it is a dirt road, dirt driveway basically dirt everything. When you first walk into the house you look to the left and you see a big screen T.V. and a couch, the floor of my room is carpet. In my room there is bunk beds i will be sleeping with the 11 year old girl.

And in the backyard there was a treehouse and a rope to climb up into the tree house, so after they showed me around and stuff I ate lunch, lunch was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That day we sat down for the rest of the day and watched some tv they asked me some questions and the mom made dinner, then watched more tv then went to bed.

A few months later me and the foster sister well, we slept in the same room and she kinda got mad at me and went to the tree house and tried to take space but i followed her and then she beat me up. So the mom had to call my social worker and she came and picked me up the next morning.