I looked out and saw my mother fall to her knees and cry while my grandmother followed right behind her and did the same thing. I was confused about what was happening and where I was going, but I looked at my sister, took her hand, and said, "It's going to be okay." We didn't know where we were going, but we would soon find out what it was like to be in the foster care system. I was eleven and I took my first ride with a cop and it was the worst car ride of my life. I couldn't breathe and the palms of my hands began to sweat. I couldn't stop staring at the back of the cop's head and hating him for what he had just done. That was the first time I had wished death on another human being. I constantly kept checking in and checking on Alyssa and making sure she was okay. She was shaking and crying, she was so scared and I kept wishing I was strong enough to comfort her, but I couldn't. I couldn't find the words to tell him and it killed me. Eventually we found ourselves in front of a building I had never seen before and the policeman came down and opened my door, then asked us to come out and asked us to come out.