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I want what I had
I was 15, i was young, stupid, and lost, trying to find my way like everyone else. I had a girl I'd been with for 6 months, with no end in sight. I fell in love to fast to hard. It wasn't bad though, until my grandfather decided he wanted to hit me. I left home ran away stayed with my girlfriend for a couple months. It didnt last long though. I got picked up by police put into a group home and was instantly separated from my normal life. The first home I was put in was a 2 stories house with a basement that was renovated to be lived in. Only problem was the basement was full of mold so bad that when I tried to hang out down there I couldn't breathe. They fed us once a day no more. And didn't supervise us they also locked us out of the main part of the house so we were confined to the base ment with no real way to contact them. I left that home shortly after arriving and filed a report with dcf only to be told that I was an uncooperative racist. I denied it and tried repeatedly to tell my social worker to go and inspect the house but was ridiculed and made out to be a peice of shit for not wanting to live in a moldy basement. That was the beginning of a long hellish journey. After that i was assigned to another group home in dorchester where the staff members allowed us yo do pretty much whatever we wanted we would smoke weed in our rooms bring ciggeretts in and there was always fights breaking out and not being broke up. I beat one kid so bad he had to get 27 stitches in his face. I felt bad but he kept me up for 2 weeks and was constantly picking at me. I got arrested after that and spent a week in the juvinial detention center down town, which wasn't to bad because I was only there for a week. When I was released I was sent further west to a group home called the Caldwell banker house in Norfolk, that was another house where the kids constantly fought and the quality of life was shit we were in a big house in the burbs but it was
