This is my story and I'm stuck with it

Dear Reader,
Today is the first day of my new guardianship. Am I court appointed? Am I getting paid for this? Do I need my head examined? These are all questions that my mother has asked me over the last week. Well the answer is no to all of the above. I am simply a sucker- always have been. Here is a short but pointless back story . . .
I have been a big buddy for the past four years to a girl named Chris. For all of those unfamiliar with the program I was bored in college and decided to do something good and worthy- so I picked volunteering once a month with the U-YMCA. Their Big Buddy program needed people and I needed a minimal involvement that would look sweet on my resume. One very short interview later I was a part of the BB program. No training really- just the name of the kid I was to be mentoring. Her name was Chris and she was 9 years old. Her school social worker had recommended her and that in itself is saying something in a school population of 700 kids. There is always a reason a kid is chosen for the Y Buddy Program and mostly it is becuase their home life is a mess or their school life is a mess. I scored double points with Chris. She was a mess all over and it showed in every aspect of her life. The first day I met her she was accompianed by her psuedo guardain Mike. He dropped her off to bake cookies at my college apartment. It was okay- awkward but okay as I didn't know what to say to the kid and Mike walked off, I was thinking that I hope she knows where she lives. The commitment to the program for me was an outing once every two weeks and the parents provide the money and the transportation. In my case that lasted exactly one outing on both counts. But still she was a sweet kid- she smiled alot and loved to be with me. I ended up seeing her twice a week and then practically every day. Mike called me to see if she could stay with me for a few days and I thought why not it would be fun. I never thought to ask why she was to stay- turns out he was going to jail for a few days.
Needless to say my involvement with Chris has had its ups and downs since then. This is the fourth year I have been her mentor and now it seems that we are going to try her living with me. We got to this point because she is now in the 8th grade and wants to go back to Marcy Open where she has been since Kindergarten expect for her lost year with her mom in the 7th grade. She has failed every grade since 5th but the wonderful Minnesota law says that you cannot hold a student back without parent permission so she has been passed on from year to year with only a 16 day long summer school intervention inbetween. Last year her mom got custody of her again and moved them all to Burnsville- I thought it would be freeing- she would make friends, get on track, let me go a little. I would gradually fade from her life and she would become and strong and independent teenager. That was a failure as two weeks into living with her mom she was skipping, failing, smoking, and not showering. This went on with weekend trips to me until June when I found out that her mom would now be in jail and no one would be taking care of this 13 year old child. Her sisters intervened after I threatened to call CPS and she went to live with her dad in Buffalo for the summer. This was a good thing as far as I was concerned. She would have a family atmosphere and a mom like figure in the form of his live in girlfriend- who is a great mom and contacted me weekly with updates. Chris hated it, She hated the structure, the rules, the showering, and the all out hominess that comes from living as a family. She calls her mom who is on a day leave and comes and gets her to go back to a lawless environment. Since my threats are doing no good I drive to Burnsville and get Chris to come and stay with me- no one wants her -- not her two older sisters or her father or any one of her 7 aunts and uncles. I -who could be an axe murder with a fetish for killing kittens- am trusted with this kid.
That brings us up to the present. Chris wants to say with me to go to a Minneapolis school - I don't want her hooked on drugs and pregnant- so I say yes. I am now a guardian and it already sucks.