Foster girl, R5 fanfic

This is the story of my suckish life. My name is Jewels, I'm 16. Did you notice how I didn't give a last name? Well it's because I don't have one, I'm a foster child and have been since I was dropped off as a 1 month old baby. I have long wavy light brown hair and light green eyes. I seem really shy when you meet me but it's only because of how I have learned to adapt. You don't get attached to people because then you get shipped off somewhere else.

I am actually really fun, cheerful and funny but I don't express it. I love to sing and love music. But I never got to listen to music except little things I picked up from others. Right now I'm in my social workers car on the way to my new foster home, for now. We pull into the suburbs and I groan as I picture my new "parents" perky and really want a kid! No, that won't do. But as long as I'm away from all the other kids at that dumb group home I'm good. It's like a kennel there I swear. Kids going in and out but always the same older kids there all the time.

We pull up to a house and my social worker Martha gets out and gets my bags as I drag myself out of the car. A couple come out of the house as I stuff my new ipod into my pocket. I finally got an ipod and I have a good portion of music on it too! Best thing to happen to me in a while. The woman was a little bigger but not huge and she had long blonde hair and a huge smile on. I look over to the man he looks nice, his hair was thinning a bit but not to bad, it looked good on him. I take off my hood and put on a decent smile as Martha and I walk over to the couple.

Martha sets down my bags in between us. "Now, introductions." She says breathlessly, Martha isn't in the best shape, she's always going on and on about how one day she is going to get a trainer and loose it all but so far I'm not holding my breath. "Mr. and Ms. Lynch, this is Jewels. Jewels these are your new foster parents, Stormie and Mark." She introduced us, I shook their hands while smiling politely. "Now I must be off but you have my contact information so call me if you need anything!" Martha said as she scurried off to her car, we watched as she drove off down the street.

"So Jewels I hope you don't mind but we have quite a full house." Stormie said as Mark grabbed my bags. We went towards the door. "So we have 5 kids and almost all the time their friend Ratliff is over. But you'll meet them in a second." Mark said as Stormie opened the door. We walked into the house, there was a couch, coffee table and flat screen in the living room and just around the corner was the kitchen and dining room. I'm guessing that meant the bedrooms were upstairs.

I heard music coming from under us, pretty good music too. "Oh that's the kids. They are kinda famous and are in a band called R5." Marks explained as stormie went over to a door. She opened it. "Kids! Get up here now!!" She yelled over the music, which silenced immeadiatly. There was mumbling and the sound of instruments being put away before the ascending footsteps started.

Three brunette guys, two blonde guys and a blonde girl emerged from the basement. They all lined up and stood there kind of looking me over, but I was used to that. One of the brunettes caught my eye though. I stood there awkwardly until Stormie broke the silence. "Kids, this is Jewels. She the foster child I told you about." She said to them, they all nodded and smiled at me. "Jewels this is Riker, Rydel, Rocky, Ross, Ryland and I told you about Ratliff." Mark said as he pointed to each of them, so Rocky was the one that caught my eye. Good to know.

"Well, we need to go to the store so Rocky you show Jewels to her room and be nice." They said as they left, great being fed to the sharks.

"So follow me." Rocky said as he led me towards the stairs, I grabbed my bags and followed him I felt eyes in me so I turned around to see all of the guys checking me out. I rolled my eyes and continued to follow Rocky up. "So Jewels how old are you?" Rocky asked, I couldn't help but check out his butt as we walked up the stairs, I mean come on! The thing is all up in my face ya I'm going to look at it. "I'm 16. You?" I asked as we came to the second level but instead of stopping we went to the end and Rocky opened a door that had another set of stairs.