North Burton

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"North! Come in, come in!" ushered a fair aged women.

She had to be in her early forties, her brown hair in curls bouncing off her shoulders every time she moved. Her mood had a light sense to it. It was a new feeling to be around, and I knew I wouldn't mind getting used to it.

Beside her stood her husband who looked around the same age. He had black hair with a few grey hairs beginning to make their appearances.

"Welcome," Mr. Jensen said.

They were both trying very hard, so I gave them a weak smile as I walked inside.

Child services had neglected to tell me anything about them, other than that they knew nothing about me either.

My eyes wandered around the entrance of the household. They were loaded, I could see that before I even walked in, but now that I was inside I was astonished. The stair case was made of marble, and there was glass things everywhere. Breakable could have been the house's name.

Standing in the doorway, nobody said anything. I shifted my stuff from one shoulder to the other to make it more comfortable, and I could feel both of their eyes on me.

"You have a lovely home," I broke the silence.

"Thank you," Mrs Jensen smiled, "Why don't we go sit in the living room and learn about each other?" she suggested.

"That sounds fine," I answered as politely as I could.

We sat down in an elegant looking room with pastel themed colors. Both adults stared at me, daring me to say something, but I stayed silent.

"Well, why don't I call down the kids?" Mr. Jensen said.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You have kids?" I was under the impression that they had no kids, hence the reason they were fostering me.

"Yes, Iris is you're age. Christian is seven, and Holt is twenty. Holt isn't always here, he does his own thing more often than not," she explained.

I nodded absorbing it all.

"Now I suppose would be the best time to tell you the rules of the household. There is to be no drinking. No smoking. No partying. You are to do your best in school. Anything you think you shouldn't be doing, don't," Mrs. Burton said all of this with a smile, so it was a bit creepy.

My fingers twitched a little bit when I heard the no smoking rule. That one was going to have to be bent whether she knew, or not. Rules were meant to be broken anyway.

Footsteps coming down the stairs signaled that the kids were approaching. My assumptions were proven correct when three people walked in behind Mr. Jensen.

The first was a small blond boy, who seemed to bounce with every step. I presumed this was Christian. His face was plastered with a bright, toothy smile and he plopped himself right next to me.

Following him was Iris. She had brown curls that resembled her moms except that hers reached her mid-back. She seemed hesitant to go anywhere near me, and stood near the doorway barely casting her eyes near me.

Last was Holt. He looked like a merge between Christian and his father. His jaw was defined and his hair was dirty blond.

All three of the kids had piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore through your body when they looked at you.

"Well don't just sit there, say hi guys." Mr. Jensen teased.

I lifted my fingers in a signal of "hello," which the older kids seemed to accept and return.