Chapter 3: Fosters and school

3 months went by when I was released from the hospital. I was put in a foster home, in a bad neighborhood, and near a bad school. The guy's name was Ted. He didn't talk much because he was either out drinking or sleeping in his room. The women was just as bad as Ted. Her name was Hope Maesons. They weren't married but they were in a bad relationship. I wouldn't even call it that, more or less two people living in the same house basically. He would hit her and yell at her when he was drunk so I was forced to stay in my room and look out the window and listen to music to block out them fighting, and partially distract me from my own problems. We lived in a... well I wouldn't call a house more like a enormous shed with windows and rooms. School was even worse then that shake. You either were an idiot or the school "bad girl/boy". To me all of it is stupid they don't even think logical. Everything was ruled by fear. At the school there were smokers, druggies, and plain insane jackass bullies. Me... I don't know what my place was yet but it was tough for the first 2months. At night when both of those idiots were asleep I would go on top of the roof with a blanket and listen to music as I look at the bright moon. I would pretend my mom was there holding me and being there with me. It would make me cry every time I thought about her. I wore that locket everyday to make me feel as if I wasn't alone. Didn't really help at all. I hated it there. I wanted my mom back and be normal again but there's always something that happens to people to make them go num, right?