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I have therapy today. It’s been a week since the worst day I’ve had here at Whaley…

I did a very bad thing. I tried to hurt myself…bad.

How many more birthdays am I going to have to celebrate? I’m just getting older in a life I don’t want to be living.

School sucks. I hate that I don’t fit in. They all talk about what their mom made for dinner or stuff they do with their brothers and sisters. I haven’t even seen my older brother in almost a year. When the kids at school ask me about my family, I tell them I have a mom, dad, brother and dog—which was sort of true…until about six months ago.

Oooh, look! A present! This is new…and I’m not complaining. A new backpack for school with notebooks, pens and stuff. That’s pretty cool. A new outfit…sweet. New blankets and pillows…nice. A coloring book? Meh…that’s for little kids…but I’ll take it anyway.

And now it’s time to talk to these new people I’ll be staying with. They seem pretty nice, but I don’t really care because I know I won’t be here very long. Tomorrow is Christmas, so I say I’m not here a few weeks after New Year’s.

I remember my first placement like it was yesterday…

It’s freezing. I’m only wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt. The police officer who made me leave my house is talking to a lady named Gloria. I hate him. He literally grabbed me and dragged me out of my house and away from my mom and brother. I’m scared and tired and have no idea what’s going on. He tells me I’m staying with Ms. Gloria until they can find me another place…”emergency foster care” he says. Who the hell is he to tell me where I’m going?

I should have seen this coming. I guess I should know better by now to not get comfortable anywhere for too long—but it’s not like anyone would know it. Staff have been on my case lately—saying I’m being bad. Telling me I’m always angry. And always mean to everyone. And that I’m “constantly” disrespectful. Whatever though. It’s not like being good or nice ever got me anywhere. Bad things happen to bad people, and I can’t remember the last time something good happened to me.

So, how many is this? Six. Yep, this will be six. My sixth home in, like, two years. It’s all a blur now for me. The first one seems like forever ago...

You've heard the stories of many of our children, but have you ever wondered how it would sound coming straight from them? Stay tuned for stories chronicling actual kids who live Whaley Children's Center. You'll laugh at their light-hearted comments and cry when they reach their lowest moments, but after you read their stories, you will truly understand them and see why facilities such as Whaley truly are transforming lives and creating futures.