"How are things going? Now that you're in this foster home." The lady asked with her gentle eyes and her impatient fingers tapping. " It's good." I said. "Bed any good? Any trouble with your roommate?" "I don't have a roommate." I glared back with a hiss in my voice. The room stayed silent for a while as the windows showed how cloudy it was outside and how the carpeted floor started to dirty. "so, it's been your third time in here and in jail, only at the age of 13 ..." She said as she checked her watch. "You should head up to your room now." She ordered. I walked towards my room, changed my clothes into sweat pants and a t-shirt, then tried my best to sleep. Everything was still, warm and quiet. I was half asleep but still kept hearing those other kids crying and shrieking in anger at other kids. The yells now turned to shifted walking pattern, to my room. It slowly opened with a shadowed figure was in the shape of a male. I shot up from my pillow. "Hi..."