Terrifying.
I was a foster kid for all of a week. Not long enough for any experience?
Pffff. Here's how that week went:
I'm initiated by my foster 'sisters' by way of:
1) I'm to have the top bunk, but am not to go to top bunk if foster sister already in her bed; she feared I'd step on her. I spent 3 nights on the floor.
2) Shown secret stash of pot, bongs, and pipes. Warned that 1) if I tell, I'll be killed while I sleep, or poisoned, and (2) They'll say it's mine. I'm the newbie. I won't be believed. I was dumbfounded that people smoked plants. (I was soooo innocent back then)
3) Have to register in new school. City school. Downtown Los Angeles. This is NOT the preppy school I'm used to. I.AM.GOING.TO.DIE. I'm stared at. Shoulder-shoved. Spit on. Pushed down. Slapped. And all this before I even made it to the office.
4) My new chores consist of picking up dog poop throughout backyard....while attempting to not be mauled by said dog--he doesn't know me; hence, I'm a threat. They lock the door, point, and watch the show, laughing. Pitbulls are all teeth.
5) These are my foster sister's friends. I'm not to look at them. Speak to them. Be in the same room when they arrive to visit. I am the mud on the bottom of her shoe. Remain there, and I can keep breathing. She's here for attempting to smother her sister with a pillow while her sister slept.
6) No food is to be eaten without explicit premission from foster mother. If you eat ANYTHING without permission, you forfeit your right to eat the next meal. And you have kitchen/bathroom duty.
7) I am forbidden to have a ket to the house. Only when having been in residence for 6 months may I sign out a key. It's to be turned in each evening. A missing key means I sleep in the garage for 1 week.
8) I have the bathroom last in the morning. Translation: no bathroom time before school begins.
Monday morning, I went to court. I sat in a room with girls that looked at me like vampires leering at fresh blood. I was handed a pink box. It contained food. Best damned sandwich/apple/juice/cookie I've ever had in my life.
During court hearing, I was told to shut the hell up by my lawyer. I hadn't said a word. I was called several names by him while shuffling behind him down the loooooong corridor.
The judge, disgusted with my parents & seeing right through their scam, gave me the last laugh: I was emancipated (sp?).
Oh, sure, there are those that have had horrific nightmarish experiences in foster homes; but for this stupid white girl (at the time), that was one terrifying experience to be thrown in with strangers, cut throats (literally), druggies....and then court. I'd only ever seen court on television. And it was nowhere near the t.v. type court stuff of today. This was over 20 years ago. You know, when television was timid.
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