Untitled...because I can't think of anything to write here

I don't know why I'm writing this now. I have no idea. I just kind of am. I remember my old foster home really well. I had 3 brothers. Drake was the worst. He was a year older than me. He made my life hell for the month i was there. At first he was really nice and then i don't know things just changed. Finally after undergoing 3 long weeks of pain with Drake as a brother I told my social worker Brandon. He said he would get me in a house as soon as he could. About 3 days later I was placed in the home I'm in now. I remember that moment when I walked into that house. Ive never been so scared. A lot of memories of the terrible homes came into my mind. I was introduced to my new brothers and sisters and my mom said hi. I recognized my brother. He went to school with me. He sat on the other side of my math class. His locker was right across the hall from mine. He showed me around the house and then showed me my room. Wait...I knew my sister too. She was in my biology class. The first thing i did was shut my door and I sat on my bed. I didn't leave that room for 3 days. Except to eat and pee and shower...and I had school...But other than that I didn't. I never talked...Never. I talked as little as possible. I didn't like these people at all. I just wanted to go home. Home home...not a foster home. I started to talk to my brother more. He was pretty cool. I still didn't talk to my mom. Or my sister. I sat in my room and went to school. And ate...I remember my 4th day there when I was eating dinner my mom said she had need ever seen a kid eat so much. The next few days my brother would see how much food i could shove in my mouth and hold down without getting sick. It made me laugh a few times and soon enough I opened up and started to talk a little more. I still didn't tell my mom anything. I would only talk to my brother because I trusted him. Then...I got sick again. And my little bio sister got really scared and wanted to be with me as much as possible because she realized i was gonna kick the bucket sometime soon. My foster mom asked my social worker if it was ok if she had placement over Ava too. Ava was the little messenger. My mom found out everything about me through my sister. She shares a room with me in my foster home. I don't mind it. I like my sister. I really have no idea why I'm writing this. Maybe because I just like typing it? I don't know. Maybe it's just to share my story with you guys. :) I really don't know. Alright my foster mom is making me get off my laptop.