After Justine's parents die in a car accident, she is sent to live with a new family, in a new town. The new family includes the Mom and Dad and their three fosters sons named Cameron, Shawn and Dakota.
"What are they saying?" My older brother Cameron whispered as I had my ear up against our Dad's office door. "Something about a new kid. It's kind of muffled." I said pulling away from the door.
"Ooh, maybe they're fostering a new kid. Hopefully this one isn't temperary." Cameron said, then we got up and quietly ran to our room, because we heard them walk over to the door.
I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Shawn. I'm 15 years old and the middle child. I have two brothers. Cameron who is 18 and Dakota who is 14.
When I was about two years old we all got adopted my our parents John and Kathrine Doe. I don't really remember my biological parents, all I know is that they gave us away because they couldn't care for us.
We have a pretty big house, it has four bedrooms, six bathrooms, Which are in each room, along with on the main floor and in the basement.
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Our parents have their own room, Cameron and I share a room, our little brother Dakota has his own room, then there's the spare bedroom.
Cameron and I were laying on our beds talking when our dad walked into the room. "Mom and I are going to pick someone up from the airport, would either of you like to go?" He asked.
We looked at each other, then back at our dad. "Shawn will go." Cameron said then rolled over and started to play with his phone.
"Alright." He said giving us a weird look, then I jumped down from the top bunk of our bed and put my shoes on.
"Just meet us by the car." Dad said then walked out of our room. I finished tying my shoes, then grabbed my phone and ran down the stairs and out the door.
I waited by the car for my parents and Dakota for a few minutes, then we all got into the car and drove away.
I just stared out the window and listened to my music for the whole ride. Deep in thought, wondering who this person we are picking up is.
I wonder if it's another kid. Maybe my parents are fostering again and hopefully she or he will stay...unless we hate them, then I hope they stay for a very short time.
"Hey we're here." Dad said snapping at me. I took my earbuds out of my ears and got of the car on Dakota's side.
Once we were all out of the car, we walked into the airport with mom and dad in the front and Dakota and I following close behind.
We went through all of the security checks, then found the gate that whoever it was will be coming from, then waited.
We kept asking who it was that we were waiting for, but our parents would either ignore us or just say that we'll see.
Once we saw people start to leave the plane, our parents got more excited to see whoever it was, while Dakota and I just stood there confused.
We kind of just watched the people and tried to guess who it was. "Maybe it's that guy...nope...ooh maybe that girl! Nevermind." I said to Dakota and we both laughed.
