My Life in Care - the Truth: Part 2

More time passed with Agatha and Rupert, I continued to grow and the strict rules continued to pour down on us. I went through a stage when I was around 11 years old when I started realising how people would start acting differently because I was fostered - social care would treat us differently than normal kids. I wanted to be treat the same! So, I 'selfishly' started calling Agatha and Rupert 'mum' and 'dad', much to the dismay and annoyance of my brother and sister. They didn't see much point in that, but I wanted to fit in and be apart of a 'real' family.

My brother, shall we call him Drew? Well, Drew started misbehaving and rebelling more and more as the days passed. One day, he decided to barricade himself in his bedroom (smart right? Not). Agatha and Rupert had recently had a new granddaughter welcomed to the family and due to Drew always playing up they deemed it unsafe for her to be around him. So they had him moved to another carer.

My sister, I'll call her Kirsty, was the next to go. She was always a drama queen and always would sulk if she never had her way. She wanted out. So she falsely claimed that Angie and Rupert hit her. She was promptly moved and I was left there.

At least, that is until I was moved on to somewhere that was meant to be temporary whilst they investigated Kirsty's claims. They picked up my sister on the way as they thought it'd be beneficial to keep us together for the time being.

So at 14 years old, I was moved again...to Kat's...

End of Part 2