My Foster Sister The Werewolf

"Josh get out of bed" oh my god it's the weekend why do i need to get out of bed.

 "Why!?" i called back.

 "Because i need to get to the hospital" Mum yelled.

 "Why?'

"To pick up the girl i have to care for the next month" she answered, i went downstairs and sat on a stool in the kitchen across from mum. They always get here with scratches and bruises and from the hospital. I wonder what happened it reminded me of one of my friends. She ended up in hospital twice, once because she hit her head on the fan when she was 10 and last year when she was hit by a car. Incredibly she healed in a week she said she was always a fast healer.

 "I'll be back in about half an hour depending on how well she cooperates" Mum told me.

 "Ok" i said " did they tell you what she's like?"

"They say she hasn't even spoken yet "

 "Oh, she might be shy " i replied.

 "Mmm, i think so to, but how did a shy girl end up in foster care"

"Mmm"

 "Well i gotta go " she said "and make sure you get breakfast"

 "I will"  she walked out the door, then came back and said

 "Don't disturbed you're brother he has to study"

"I reckon he's asleep" I mumbled, but she had already walked out the door. I went to the cupboard and realised i was starving, but yet again my brother ate all the cocoa pops.

 "Great now i have to get toast" i mutted to myself. After 2 pieces of burnt toast i made an ediable piece of toast.

 "Eww" i complained. I said ediable not tastey. Never making toast again i think i've permanatly put myself off toast. I will never eat it again then a voice in my head said

 "Now you're over doing it" i went to the lounge room and turned the telly on. I flicked through, nothing it's saturday and nothings on. I heard the door open and went to the kitchen. Mum was standing there on her own.

 "Where's the girl?" i asked.

 "In her room" mum replied.

 "And her name?"

 "I found out that she is very timid, so i still don't know her name. Can you go down to her room and get her phone and please be gentle"

  "Why me, it's always me " i complained.

 "Because, you're brother can't be gentle and i think she will be more comfortable with someone her own age"

 "Ok" i say. I have a good reason to complain the last couple of girls were not very nice. Especially when it came to getting there phones off of them. I walked down the hall, her room was right next to mine. I looked in she was under the duvee all i could see was a little bit of brown hair i said "i have to get you're phone " i saw movement but it was just her arm she pointed to the dresser i looked over at it and saw a moderatley sized black touch screen phone i went in and took the phone and headed out then i heard her say in a timid voice " you look alot like my friend from school' it was strange that voice rung a bell but i didn't know anyone with a timid voice i said "lots of people have blond hair " she replied "not natural blond" how did she know it was natural " how do you know it's natural" i said "because i've always been able to tell the differences between natural and died" i turned around and sitting half under the duvee was the light brown hair and saphire blue eyes of  lailahnee 'hi josh" she said "hi' was all i could manage i turned and went to the kitchen and mum said " you where down there longer than i expected" "well" i said "it turns out i actually know her""really" my mum said startled "yeah" i said " she happens to be my best friend lailahnee' "really" she said qustioningly 'so  is she going to school while she's here' i asked hopefully 'no 'she said 'but i need you to stay at home as well' yes no school for a month but i had to ask 'why' "because" she said ' i need some one to keep her company cause she's so shy and i doubt she will come and ask for food cause she is so shy so if you are here she might feel more relaxed 'oh 'i said 'ok"