Foster Kids

Chapter Two

It was half an hour later when they pulled up to Harry's new foster home.

Through the car window, Harry could see that the house was quite simple, nothing was out of the ordinary. It was a standard brick house - well the bricks were tainted with dark dirt, and it was of a smaller size than average. There were three windows, all of which had curtains draped over the glass from inside preventing anyone that may be around from spying inside. The front door was of a forest green colour but provided no bell nor knocker.

The overall scene was quite secluded too. The house wasn't set in a neighbourhood or near a town, it was in the middle of nowhere really.

Be that as it may, Linda and Greg were quick to unbuckle their seatbelts and exit the vehicle, Harry following quickly.

"Let me get your stuff out the boot" Greg said peevishly as Harry closed his door while Linda simply disregarded the sixteen year old as she walked straight to the front door and inside.

Harry followed Greg to to boot, where the man took his suitcase out and pushed it lightly into Harry's ribs. "You can take it straight upstairs and unpack" He said lowly, shutting the boot door forcefully and locking the cheap car.

Harry trailed behind Greg as he walked up to the front door, streeling his suitcase behind him. The elder opened up the door and stepped inside.

"Hurry up" He demanded, watching Harry struggle in the doorway, trying to get his valise into the house.

"I'm trying" Harry breathed out, stepping in and then hauling his luggage into the open hallway, planting it down on the carpet.

The place was decent, he supposed. The front door led to an open hallway where a staircase was located to the right, and a shoe-rack was pushed up beside the wall. Those said walls were white, though had numerous scratches and smears scattered about, and the paint was noticeably peeling at the corners. It was nothing too roomy, and certainly nothing too pristine.

"Right, uh, take your shoes off 'n put them on the rack, then go upstairs and unpack. Your room is the first door on the right" Greg stated, kicking off his own shoes but just leaving them discarded on the discoloured carpet and heading off into a room that Harry guessed was the kitchen, leaving the boy to his own presence.

Harry took off his worn out shoes and slid them into the wooden shoe rack before picking his suitcase up, that was thankfully not too heavy, and managed his way up the staircase. He was positive that he had scraped the walls a few times, only adding to the scratches, but just hoped nobody notice or care.

Upon finding himself at the top of the stairs, he was faced with the upstairs landing which consisted of three rooms concealed by wooden doors - all of which were severed.

Harry turned to his first door on the right and let himself in.

His large palm grasped at the frail, unsteady door knob and pushed it open, Harry stepped into the room and was met with an unforeseen sight.

Instead of a single bed set out with a desk beside it and a wardrobe in the corner, the scene in which Harry was anticipating for his new room, he was greeted with two bunks beds and a bed (that looked to be pulled out from a small couch) set out in the room, along with a set of drawers in the corner and crumpled clothes littered about on the floor.

On top of the scene, four boys, looking to be of a similar age range to Harry himself, were sat on said beds, looking at the tall teenager in the doorway in stillness.

Harry stared back at them, wide eyed.

He had no clue that other kids were going to be here, he was never told and the possibility flew over his head.