in foster care, or forced back into that hell of living with my mother. i still went to school, and i showered & sometimes stayed over at friends houses if their parents were okay with it. if i thought friends parents were getting worried about me being over so much, i would sleep in my car. sometimes friends would sneak me in and i would sleep on the floor of their bedrooms and sneak back out around 5 in the morning before their family woke. it was rough, but better than being abused and locked up at my mothers. managed to get a job at a fast food place and 