Got tossed into foster care right before summer. Gramma's got dementia, and she wasn't even able to take care of herself anymore so I called 911. Foster care for ~five months, before I emancipated myself at 16. So I got kicked outta foster family's home very promptly, and within the day was already writing up a contract with a woman to rent a spare bedroom of hers (for much more than I really want to pay: $400/mo.) But anyway. Now, Gramma's getting to where she thinks mom and dad are alive still. She's been stuck in an elderly care center since September, and she recently fell and completely knocked herself unconscious. Gramma mumbled about how it's because she couldn't find me anymore and realized that I wouldn't be able to find her either. (I feel really bad about that, I plan on taking a picture of me over to her room when I visit this weekend.) So, yeah. Staying in high school, tough shit.