My friend was so shocked to hear what had been going on at home but seemed like she was angry with my dad for not taking care of me. I understood that it might be difficult for her to understand as she has a very loving family who seem to have lots of money, but I didn’t want her to be angry at my dad because even if he wasn’t the best at looking after me, he was all that I had. She then left the room without saying anything and came back with our pastoral teacher. I felt so betrayed by my friend because I did not want anyone to know how much we were struggling at home. My teacher was nice to me, but I was not willing to talk to her and even told her that I had not said anything to my friend and that she had lied. My friend didn’t like being called a liar and so stormed out of the room. I felt so bad, but I just couldn’t open up to the teacher at the time. The same teacher then began checking in with me everyday and eventually I did open up to her after she explained that the school could help. She put in a safeguarding referral for me and as a result I went into foster care. It was strange at first being in another family’s home, but they are so kind and make sure my needs are always met. The best thing is that I can still see my dad every weekend if I want to and he seems to enjoy the time we spend together more too!