My mum is a superhero. She hears a knock at the door. And she puts her cap on. She is the 'love hero'. A new child is here that needs her special love and I'm her side kick that gets a new friend.
She uses her magic noone can see. The boy has no words. She gives him words. The boy has no toys. She gives him toys. The boy has no clothes. She gives him clothes. The boy has no mummy or daddy. My mummy helps him get a new mummy and daddy.
I remember the day I saw my father’s blue work van pull out of the drive for the last time. I remember not having a clue what it all meant, what was waiting for me ahead. I remember the following weekend and how he never showed to pick me up. Every Friday night after school he always picked me up but this Friday there was nothing, not even a phone call to explain.
Our Inspiring Stories competition was open to children and young people in foster care and those living in fostering households to share their experiences and talk about fostering. We'd like to thank everyone who took the time to enter and our judging panel.
Poppy was a fluffy little dog who lived in a town were dog owners gave out friendship tokens to their dogs , as a reward for being good . The friendship token was magical .If a dog wore their friendship token around their neck , then all the other dogs would want to be friends with them , FOREVER . Leroy was a black Labrador who liked Poppy and he wanted to be her best friend . He got jealous when Poppy was given a friendship token by her owner , because he thought that another dog would become her best friend and she would no longer be friends with Leroy .
She can be a bit naughty so can I but we learn. Me and my sister do a lot of sport. I do football, tennis, cubs and swimming. My sister is real good. I am not as good as her. We go to places like Gulliver’s World fireworks. I have been to other foster familys. Now I’m going to stay here for a lot of years. I have been here for 3 years. We have been on holiday to London.
“Guardian Angel pure and bright, Guard me while I sleep tonight.”
The little girl, whose hair was black as coal whispered the prayer ever so delicately as she knelt beside her bed. She had started praying to God’s angels ever since she could form words. She believed that the only reason that she didn’t die in the car crash, along with her parents, was because the Angels saved her. The other kids at Miss Macy’s Orphanage had often made a mockery of the 10 year old for the fact that she believed what she believed.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a high rise blocks of flats which she called her Princess Tower. She was a sad little girl, this was because her Mummy and Daddy made some wrong choices.
We are in foster care. We have lived with our foster carers for 3 years and we are staying until we are adults. We go on holidays and days out. I go swimming. I go to rainbows and it is very fun. I love my foster carers because they give me lots of love and teach me the rights and wrongs.
The final sentence is powerful and shows how much the writer values their foster carers and what they do. A great way to end the piece of writing.
Godparents and my friends were there and my family. It was my baptism and I was quite scared but my mum and dad said that I was brilliant and everyone was very proud of me and then said it was a yummy lunch and I cut the cake.
After D drank from the sipping sine of sourness his powers are wearing out. Magical M has disappeared without a trace. Will D keep his powers? Will he find his parents?
D just hopped, hopped and hopped. He didn’t care. He didn’t feel angry. He didn’t feel sad. He didn’t feel anything. He just hopped and hopped. He eventually made it to the Dan Cave. He sat on his dr chair on the Oomputer. He found all of the other pictures from how they first united to the last photo of him and M.
When I was born I had a normal life everything was great and I had a lot of fun with my mum and sister. When I was 9 my sister and brother was born my mum couldn't cope with 4 children so she got ill and didn't care as much. So I looked after my 2 siblings and it was really good for a while but it affected my time in school and my social life …..so I got bullied and abused!
Hiya. I live in a large house with secret rooms. I am 11 years old and I am very inquisitive who likes to know more. When I go to sleep I hear bangs and drops and scrapes and sometimes blood piercing screams. The attic was very cobwebby and dark.
She lived with her two sisters and her parents. Their mother who was very fashionable and worked as a model. Their father was a mechanic who loved cars.
On the evening of Halloween she went up the stairs with weapons by herself because nobody believed her. As she crept up the stairs the noise got louder and LOUDER. BANG!
I felt lots of mixed emotions. Today was the day. The day our first foster child came to stay. My stomach churned. “Hurry up!” I heard my mum call. I ran over to Mum. She had set out all of the things I needed to make a banner – paint, pens, lots of paper and stickers. A few hours later I declared I was finished. Afterwards I taped string on each end of the banner. I made my way upstairs and hung the banner up in the doorway of her room. The noise of a knock on the door made me jump a mile. This was it!
Someone or something was chasing me. I didn’t know who but I did know that whoever it was, was no friend. My breath was coming in short sharp gasps. Surely I was going to collapse with exhaustion, giving the wolf, I knew now it was a wolf, time to devour me. No! I had to keep going. Time was running out. I had no idea where I was going or why, however I did know my family depended on me. My sister. My mother. My father. Their faces flashed before my eyes as I thought about them. Suddenly my surroundings changed. I was in a forest. It was burning all around me.
I’m a little girl, I’m 11 years old and I am at high school and I have a lot of friends. I like to cuddle my teddys I love my foster parents and my sister who has gone away to university and I like to listen to music I like the colour gold and purple and pink and I like to do art and drawings.
I have a special power where I can see into the future. I can see everything including football, lottery and everything in the future.
Every time there is a lottery bid I go into the future and see what the winning numbers ar and the same thing with football. I can go into the future and see who wins and bet on them and win lots of money.
The world cup is nearly here so I go into the future until the end and see who wins. There were lots of people cheering and shouting and be on the winning team and win lots of money.
I have been fostering for 4 years. I am 10 years old and I enjoy children and I am good at explaining things to children. I also really like going to the kids foster 2 [group for sons and daughters of foster carers] and I especially love it when we get pizza.
(The mum) came into my room after supper. We had noodles (my favourite) and she said “You don’t have to be born into a family to be loved by one” and with that she left, but that didn’t really matter as we would all be back together very soon.
Everyday I work delivering Halloween stuff to all around the country. All the warehouses and sometimes I dress up and scare people. I was driving up the motorway to London and my petrol light comes on all of a sudden my petrol goes. I had to pull over. I heard someone go into the back of the truck and I looked...
I saw a real clown in the back of a truck. I ran into the forest it was dark cold and I felt scared. I turned round and saw the clown running towards me with a chainsaw in his hand.
Year 6 "HATED IT" Year 7 "DREADED IT" However my old teachers at primary, my new teachers at high school, my foster carers and social workers all helped me with my transition. I was given a certificate for my effort during transition. My first day at high school "SCARED" I needn't have been, everyone was kind and caring, even the children in the big classes. The six form students are very kind and helpful.
One day "HORROR" my fellow pupil in maths had not handed in his homework, he was given a second change, otherwise, "DETENTION".
I would like to take this opportunity to express my feelings and share my story.
For years I have always wanted another sibling just imagine having three. Yes, there are ups and downs with children. I am sure we can manage. we have just been to one of our favourite holiday parks to rent out a caravan for a few days , it was awesome ,the kids definitely enjoyed our little break just as much as us older kids did , I am looking forward for another to going to another caravan park one day .
Once upon a time there lived a little dragon named Rosie. Rosie lived in a very small house with her foster mum names Jane. Jane was very nice and loved Rosie from head to toe. But there is one thing you should know about Rosie. Rosie was incredibly shy. Rosie became very shy girl since her mum and dad abandoned her on the wet cold and smelly streets.
Once, when I was three, I looked after my mum, she came home and broke a glass. I screamed to my brother, "mummy's hands are bleeding come quick" and my brother came to help us and rang the ambulance. I sat there for hours crying because my mum had been taken away. Social workers were on our backs and have been ever since I was a baby. When I was four my mum made me a bacon sandwich, unfortunately it was raw and I started to cough, my brother could hear me choking and flew down the stairs like a falling ball, he saved my life.
Nausea. My stomach churned and twisted as I sat down in this timeworn car; my things covering the cloth seating, all tied up in forgotten carrier bags with a couple of enfeebled clothes chucked in there. My heart ached to go home, but my mind longing to go to this unknown place. Scenery changed briskly, the unfamiliar place scaring me, bringing excitement at the same time. Mum lingered in my mind, along with many more but she stuck there, vividly. I could hear my social worker mumbling to herself, telling me this would “all be okay”. It didn’t feel okay, but it didn’t feel bad either.
I live with my foster carers. I’ve been living with them for 8 years. If i am there when i am 18 that means i’ve been living with them for 10 years which is a very long time in care. The things we do with each other are like were a little family and they make me happy.
It was my birthday and it was the best day ever. I went out for my tea after that my friend, wait a minute it was my bestest friend. My friend is called Izzy. I foster. It's really fun but I get nobody my age. When I grow up I am going to take care of animals, fierce animals. I own a zoo, then days I don't foster I take care of the lion enclosure and tiger enclosure and gorilla enclosure.
NO! YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME! I was struggling to breathe…
2 days ago…
It all began when I looked down to see this new locket my grandma had just place around my neck. It looked old but new as if she’d just bought it. But there was something I didn’t like about that locket. I felt it as soon as she put it on me and smiled as if she knew what was going to happen. Later that day decided to look in the locket to see if grandma had put a special picture in. I read the letters in black bold: RELLIK.
Hi,I’m,A,I’m 15 years old.I live with my foster carers.I have blue ocean eyes and I have chesnut hair like a fluffy cat.
My foster carers got me the most adorable golden cat tht was as soft as a pillow .The name I choose for her was cookie because my bff’s favourite food is
“oi , you’ve just introduced me now,pass it over mate.”
You think you know us? You don’t. You say... “We’ve been teenagers before” Seriously? Have you lived in today’s world? With stereotypical, negative attitudes. We all know when you see a group of young people in hoodies, you assume they’re bad news and up to no good. In reality they’re just a group of mates hanging out wearing today’s fashion. Yet again you think you know us, you don’t.