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Phil POV

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~Time Skip to after they met all of the kids in the foster facility ~

Once the last kid had left, I turned to the others.

     "So, any favorites?" I ask them, already knowing what the answer will be.

      "Autumn!" They all state as if it were a fact. I chuckle at the fact that it wasn't even a hard decision.

     "Alright. I'll go back in to get the fostering paperwork." I told them, smiling at their excitement.

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Autumn POV

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(This takes place right after she was ushered out of the room by Nancy)

After I was ushered out of the room, I heard Nancy call Ash to go meet Phil and the others. I gave her a smile as we passed each other, her going into the office, me going back upstairs.

Once I got upstairs, I pulled out my phone and began to text Niki again.

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~Niki❤~

I just finished meeting with

the family.

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Ooh! Did you like them?

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Well, they seemed nice,

and a few of them even

have the same interests as me,

but you know that could all be an act.

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True. But, let's hope that

they weren't acting, maybe you'll get

fostered!

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Let's hope so.

Read

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As I close out of my phone, I set it down onto my nightstand before flopping onto my bed to stare at the ceiling and contemplate my entire existence, listening to the (mostly) silence. (Anybody just do this and listen to the silence? No? Just me?)

After a few minutes of listening to the silence and contemplating my existence, I got up and went over to my small pile of books, taking one off the top.

'The Art of War by Sun Tzu.' I thought, silently reading the cover. I had read the book already, but I liked it, so I decided to read it again.

I plopped back down onto my bed and started to read The Art of War again. After about 30 mins I looked up to Ash coming back into the room from her meeting with Phil and the others. Putting one of my many hoarded bookmarks into the book, marking my page, I close it before beginning to talk to her. (please tell me it is not just me that does this)

     "So? How did you like them?" I pester her as she goes to sit down on the bed next to me, smiling at my mood.

     "Well, I liked them, they are all pretty interesting, but they don't quite seem like the type of people that I want as my family, but maybe as close friends or something, you know?" She tells me, fiddling with her hands as she is speaking.