The police picked me up at home at 1 a.m. It was the middle of the night.
It was pretty weird and I was frightened.
I’ve been here two and a half weeks. I’m from Compton. I live with my mom, she cleans bathrooms, two sisters and a four-year-old brother. Judge hasn’t told me where I am going yet. It will be some sort of placement or with a family member, my aunt or a friend. We used to be in foster care. We came back after around five or six months. I came here a month ago. The police picked me up at home at 1 a.m. It was the middle of the night. It was pretty weird and I was frightened. I was in a police car for two hours. My mom visited me here once. I’m in eighth grade. I’m not in a gang or anything. The food here is good. Better than my school food. My dad moved away. He’s a citizen but I don’t know where he is. I see a judge in three days. I don’t know if I go to placement or not. I’m not sure of where else I might go, my aunt, or her friend. I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get older. It’s kind of a mystery.
-S.B., Age 13
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