Thursday at about 9:30pm after colorguard practice, I found out that (my little foster brother)Niko's parents were having a court hearing the next morning at 9:30 to see if Niko would be going home, and if the judge said he could, then they would come and pick him up at 11ish that same morning. I was heartbroken, as the tears involuntarily rolled down my cheeks. My brother who I had so many fond memories of, the one I thought was going to be part of our family, and the one that stole a piece of my heart. But maybe the judge would see that we should keep him, just maybe. My mom said that she would text me no matter what happened with the answer. I went to school the next day, putting on a facade of happiness. We went to an assembly, and I patiently waited for a response, but non was to be found. As the assembly came to a close I was walking down the hall, and I called my mom to see what was the verdict. As my moms voice came through the phone, I could already tell the verdict, but I asked any way. "He's leaving" are the words I will always remember, he is leaving, and there was nothing I could do about it. That is when the lack of air came, and fears flooding out of my eyes. As I walked down the halls, I could feel people staring, but I didn't care, I needed these emotions out. I am doing better, but that little piece of my heart will never heal.