How did everything go so wrong? You went from laying in your bed on a Friday evening to sitting in a car on your way to the 7th foster family all because of 1 damn house fire. So far all the homes have been horrible.

You stare silently out the window of your social worker, Nikki’s car. The rain was soft against the window and the clouds made the evening more miserable than it already was. You watch as she turns onto another interstate for a long drive across Britain to your new ‘home.’