The First of Many Things by Chantelle, aged 9
At first I felt lonely, I didn't know my place, but all I had to do was look at my foster mum’s cheery face. It was the most beautiful face I had ever seen, I had never seen one more lovable.
One night me, my brother and my foster mum were watching the X Factor and on it was a girl singing 'Over the rainbow'. I had never cried with joy before, I had never cried like that before.
Her voice was calm like an angel. My foster mum gave me nice, soft hug and said "it's ok to cry let it all out", she had tears in her eyes too she felt the same as me. I was only five and I did let it all out. I felt loved for the first time in my short life.
My drawers and cupboards are full of clothes, my room is full of toys and I'm the only girl in a house full of boys, I like having a lot of clothes because it makes me feel warm and special.
I am the youngest of four children and we all have our chores to receive our pocket money every week to spend on things we like. Now I'm nine I've been here exactly four years today all I'd like to say is "hip, hip, horray!
And I still get my pocket money every week... if I'm good.