Free point boiii. just read my story and give you opinion on it “The Truth to It All” chapter 1

I 11 years old when it happened, I didn't know what to do, “I didn't get it” I said, “we always lived such a happy life”. It was raining outside, it was cold, it was scary to think that we could get through this storm. A storm of so many things. I was in foster care; they took me from school, I had to change from 2 schools already and soon I will be in a different one again. But it has been a year now and I'm 12 years old, my mom is an hour away from me, I call her tonight. I always get to call her on Mondays and Thursdays from 6:30 to 7:30. I missed her so much, there were so many happy memories that make me smile, some will make me cry. My sister I have only seen once, she was with me at first but then they separated us, god knows why, we had gone to the mall and bought sister bracelets, it was fun! I remembered how much we joked, the bracelets were for your ankle, but they were for kids and when we tried to put them on, they couldn’t fit, we laughed so hard, it felt good, but it hurt, it hurt to think of why they would do that, we were always together, but now there is no one to talk too. I stay quiet, mostly to myself, I don’t speak unless I am called for, I like to think of myself as curious and a little talkative. She's mad, I'm mad, I'm in foster care and she yells at me for not taking her dog outside. Sometimes I feel that she cares about the dog more than me, I'm fine though, I would say I care about the dog more than my foster parent. Her name is Blake, she's adorable too, She's shy though. I'm shy too, I want to leave, to run away, to get out of my head, everything hurts, I don’t have my mom anymore, or my dad, sister, cousins, any family I have are gone. They came to school, at the end of the day, they took me to the police station and said that they are going to put me in a group home, I loved it there, I never got to say goodbye, or I love you to my mom, they were so nice to me, I had 2 best friends and now they're gone, and I feel like they took a piece of me with them. I woke up in the morning for school, I wanted to. Stay in my dream forever, I wanted to disappear away in a land where no one can tell me anything and I will have my friends and family there with me forever, but I knew that wouldn’t happen, and to be honest I was kind of happy I woke up, to breath, to feel the air, to think about what went wrong on that day at school. If only I could remember, remembering is something that's not easy for me, I'm bad at it, I get so distracted with everything, sometimes I wish it would all stop and I could have the gift to be happy for just one day, I try to remember the last time I was so happy, I barely smile now unless it’s a good joke, but every time I laugh it turns into a weak cry. I'm on the couch, there is a storm right now and it is raining, not hard though. Last night I was scared because it was raining hard and I wished I could disappear in my dream land, I had rice crispy cereal this morning, it was good, then I brushed my teeth. My mom hadn't answered the call on Monday, I don’t know why, I so badly wanted to talk to her, its Wednesday now and I'm waiting for my morning flight period at school, we don’t do much at morning flight except listen to the teacher say “do missing work” blah blah blah, I don’t have missing work, but I do have an F in science. I don’t even know why, I got called thoughtless and lazy today by my foster parent, I hate her, she’s so mean and she always blames things on me! I want to run away, right now, I want to leave and feel the air and rain on my skin, I want to be free.