The Car RideMature

                  It was  five weeks later. I had just gotten out of the hospital. I didn't know what to do what to think , and I wasn't going  to say anything at all. I was sitting in the car on my way  to the foster home and it was silent ride there. I do not want to go to this place. I can take care of my self. If I couldn't I wouldn't do anything about it I would rater die than go to this place that is called in my  mind a temporary home. 

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