Outcasts, druggies, whores: these were all names that were used for us teens that stayed in a group home. It was only a few days ago that I had lost…

Outcasts, druggies, whores: these were all names that were used for us teens that stayed in a group home. It was only a few days ago that I had lost myself, let someone else take advantage of me. It took me until I was expelled from school and home to realize that what I was in was an abusive relationship. I had lost all of my self-esteem; I didn’t know who I was at the time. In this group home there were about 10 of us, each one with our own set of issues. During my time I managed to cope slowly with all the pain I had inside me. It took a lot of strength but I pulled through. Every now and then one of us would go and someone else would come and replace them. As time went on ,I would have 1 hour every so often to talk to my friends on the phone, and my best friend would tell me what was going on in the school. Once I finished my time, I went back home. I felt better and was more capable of doing things. The suspension continued and I went in a program that helped me profoundly with my schoolwork, but it wasn’t enough. My grades dropped massively, and my friends began to talk to me less and less. Two months after no school, being back from the group home, and going thru two school board hearings, I finally received my letter…
– Stefannie