Three Facts

Chapter Two

"So Gee, take a shower, look nice, and hopefully Mrs. Oliver will love you." Mikey says into the phone.

"Got it. Got it. Showers already over with. You know I can hardly grow any facial hair so no need to shave, and I smell really good." I respond, gathering up all my art supplies while trying to talk to Mikey on the phone at the same time.

"Great." I can tell Mikey is smiling at the other end.

"Thanks so much lil bro. You've done good." I say. "I gotta go though. I need to get to the foster home soon."

"Okay. Okay, Bye Gerard." With that, Mikey hangs up and I rush out the door.

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I pull into the drive way, admiring the huge house. It's white and from the looks of it, it's three floors. I notice a lady standing out side on the porch. My guess is it's Mrs. Oliver. I stop my car, and get out. I smile, waving at her as she walks towards me. I notice that she's studying me. I chose to wear a white button down shirt with a black vest. Also, black skinny jeans and black dress shoes. I also have a black boe tie. Yes. I do enjoy black.

"Mr. Way?" She asks. I nod, holding out my hand. "Great to meet you. I'm Mrs. Oliver, the kids foster mom."

"Great to meet you as well." We shake hands and then she leads me inside.

"This is our home of course." I stare wide eyed at how much space there is. The floors are hard wood, but so clean I can kind of see my reflection. All the walls are white and I'm greeted by a large kitchen straight ahead and a TV room to my right. "The kitchen is straight ahead and we have our living room. We have stairs that lead to all the children's bedrooms. Well, all except one."

"Is that where the children are?" I ask.

"Yes. They must be up by 10:00 A.M every morning for home school." I nod. "I teach them Math, Science, English, and History. Usually there father would help, but he's on a business trip so I'm on my own for now. Ryan, my youngest, really likes art and I think art will be good for all of them."

"I agree." I state. Mrs. Oliver leads me to the kitchen and we both sit down at the table.

"I'll have them meet you when they get up." I nod. "Coffee?"

"Oh yes please." I nod, thankfully. I love coffee.

"Mom!" I quickly turn around to see a older looking kid with tan skin and puffy hair. "Oh! You must be the new art teacher."

"Well, uh not yet but hopefully." I reply, turning back to Mrs. Oliver. Mrs. Oliver hands me my coffee. "Thank you." I reply.

"This is Ray Toro. He is the oldest." Ray waves.

"I'm nineteen." Ray smiles.

"Oh, I'm twenty." I reply surprised about how old he is. "I like your fro by the way." Ray chuckles.

"Thank you sir. Mom," Ray turns to look at Mrs. Oliver. "Everyone is up and getting ready."

"Good." Mrs. Oliver responds. "Just in time to meet Mr. Way." She turns to me. "While you are waiting, I have papers I need you to sign." I nod. She hands me papers and a pen. My least favorite part about applying for a job.

Paper work.

"How about you fill the papers out in the back room. The children can be really loud." I nod and follow her to the back room. "Come out when you're done." I smile and she shuts the door. I'm left alone to fill out papers.

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I walk out of the room, papers in hand and walk up the hall, back to the kitchen. I stop in my tracks as I see all the kids sitting down.