I stared at the house and glared. My social worker, Stuart, saw this and sighed,
"Please. Just for a month." I looked at him and nodded. He sighed in relief and we went to the door, me carrying two bags as well he. Except I also had my duffer bag of guns and ammo.
"Hello, Ms Mercer. I'm Stuart from the foster care system. This is Rosabelle, now Rosabelle Mercer." I saw a kind old lady. Looked like she ain't never had a bad thought in her little old head. I scoffed.
"I'm sorry, if Rosabelle ever offends you. She doesn't think." I so wanted to take my M16 and shoot him. Control yourself, Rose. Not now.
"Oh, it's fine. I have 4 older sons who doesn't hold their tongues. I'm used to it. It's gets amusing after awhile. Hi, Rosabelle. I'm Evelyn Mercer." I nodded in her direction but didn't look at her.
"Anyway, I have a CPS case back in New York. Hopefully, Rosabelle, I don't see you until we read over your parents will on your 18th birthday. Goodbye." He left and Evelyn looked at me.
"Come in, dear. You'll get to meet the boys." I followed her to see 4 boys watching hockey.
"Boys, this is your new sister, Rosabelle." They looked at me then continued to watch their game. I rolled my eyes before looking at Evelyn.
"So, where's my room?"
