The Boys

haunting

"Eve? It's dinner time." I heard a knock on my door, waking me up from my slumber. I go back to biting my lip. I was going to be meeting everyone now. I don't want to but if I am here for 3 years, I might as well get on everyone's good side first.

I get off of the window pane and grab a jumper before I open my bedroom door. Mrs Andrew smiles down at me.
"Sorry, Eve, were you sleeping?" She asks softly. I nod and let her lead the way to the dining room. I need to get to know the house soon. "Mrs Brooks said you don't really talk so I've had to tell everyone and they know not to pester you, if that was okay." I don't know whether to feel relief or even more scared. At least I don't have to explain myself.

The dining room was packed. Packed with boys. The only girls here were myself and Mrs Andrew. I could distinguish Mr Andrew from the rest of the boys. Minus him, there were 9 boys, two of which were identical. There was a spare seat next to Mr Andrew that I instantly assumed Mrs Andrew would take then another seat next to Marcus and a boy who looked about my age, 15.

There was loud chatter before I walked in but now they see me, it's silent. I cautiously take the seat between the boy and Marcus. Marcus smiles down at me reassuringly so I send a small smile back up to him.

"Everyone, this is Eve. She's your new foster sister." Mrs Andrew told everyone. I was getting uncomfortable stares and I didn't know what to do about it. "You're from Wiltshire, right?" She asks me. I nodded a little, staring down at the plate of pasta.

"Is your accent going to be posh or farmery?" Either Nathan or his twin asked. Being from Wiltshire, you either sounded like the Queen or a farmer - pirate person. I was thankfully very posh.

"That was a silly question to ask, Ethan." Said another boy. It was the twin that asked. I have 3 names down, 6 to go. I should really learn Mr and Mrs Andrew's first names as well. Mrs Brooks never told me them. But she also never told me that I was going to be living with 10 boys and a girl. Are they all Andrew children or are some foster kids like me? It would suck if I ever had 9 sons and no daughters.

"I think everyone should introduce themselves, like we did with Zack when he got here." The boy next to me suggested. So they're not all Andrew's. I guess that's okay. At least I know that they have some experience in fostering.

"Oh right, yeah." Mrs Andrew rolled her eyes.

"Can I start?" Nathan asks, peaking up from his plate of pasta. He had already started eating before I got here and was also covered in the sauce. Everyone else was eating as well, now that I noticed. I should probably eat, too. I haven't eaten much these past few days.

"Sure, buddy." Marcus grins across to him. I had Ethan opposite me. They were both cute little blond boys and could be no more than 5 years old. They definitely couldn't be part of the Andrew bloodline as everyone else had dark brown hair.

"I'm Nathan! And this is my brother Ethan but he just farted and it SMELLS!" Nathan laughed.

"I DID NOT!" Ethan protested. Oh god. Boys are yucky.

"Please move on." Mr Andrew chuckled at their banter.

"I'm Luke." That's who Nathan was sent to. He's kind of cute, actually. But I don't know if I could ever date my foster brothers.

"Harry." Harry had lighter brown hair to the rest and didn't really look like Mr or Mrs Andrew so he might be a foster kid as well, although he's a little old to be one.