Foster Kids

Hailey

Horrified, hearing that they were getting a foster kid I was mad. I didn't wanna share a room and have to become a "sister". I always had it my way and that was that. But now I had to share. I couldn't believe my parents were soft enough to get another kid. Well I guess they just wanted the money.

Hearing the girls story, and that she would be here in ten minutes, I went to my room, hid my private stuff that I didn't want her to see and tidied the room up like mom told me to.

Ding dong! Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
The doorbell wouldn't stop. I covered my ears and yelled, "IM COMING!" It stopped.
I threw some gum in my mouth and made my way to the door. Passing the kitchen my mom and dad sat there watching me through the hall making my way to the door.

A girl stood on the other side with one suitcase, she wore a oversized black t-shirt, denim shorts, a gray beanie, with black vans, her hair was a light brown, with blond ómbre and big icy blue eyes. She looked about my age. Which the files with her information I had read about three times had said she was my age except I was about two months older.
I stepped back and let her in. She looked around curiously.

A small statue of a monkey sat on a shelf. She started to reach for it when my mom walked up and moved her away saying, "So nice to meet you." With a fake smile. She looked at my dad with a look that said

"This is what we have to deal with?". He nodded his head as if knowing exactly what she thought.

"Hailey!" My mom snapped. "Take her to your room and get her settled in." I looked at the girl and made my way back to my room. I looked behind my back to make sure she was following me. She looked down at her feet with a emotionless expression.

I opened the door to my turquoise blue room. It wasn't much, I had a dresser on one side, then the bed on the other, and a closet, a desk with a seat. My mom hadn't gotten another bed for the girl, but my dad was planning on getting it today. I took the girls bag and threw it on the floor next to the dresser.

"So.... Your her?" I said in a bratty way, while looking her up and down, making a sighs yes face. She nodded her head.

"What's your name?" I asked sharply. I wanted to make sure she knew that I was the boss, and she would do everything I say. But first I wanted to know about her.

"C-C-Cherry." She stammered.

"Oh." I nodded, not really caring.
After getting Cherry settled in my mom knocked on the door and walked in.

"Now Cherry, we have a few rules in this house." My mom said strictly while sitting down on my zebra print bed.

"Now number one: no talking unless you are asked a question or I nod to you that you may speak. Number two: no leaving the house unless you are told to or you tell me where you are going, and I'll send Hailey with you." I looked at my mom with a whiny face. But I knew that my mom won't let Cherry out probably, so I didn't worry. "Number three: you must be in bed by nine o'clock. And I WANT you to be asleep by nine-thirty. Number four: Do not touch anything in the house unless you are handed it to you or you need to pick it up etc. And you will be attending school with Hailey next week." She stopped thinking of what else. "Well I believe that's all I can think of for now. But there will be more." She got up and walked out of the room. I looked at Cherry and grinned a mischievous grin.

After sitting in the room texting my friends with Cherry sitting still and just staring at me, finally I heard my mom yell "DINNER!" I get up and throw my phone on the bed and motion Cherry to get up and follow.
The dining room is yellow with a black tree on the wall as decoration. We didn't have a big house but we didn't have a small old house.

My dad sat on one end and my mom on the other. Cherry stood there watching me as I sat down on one side, and then Cherry taking a seat on the other.

As we dug into the food Cherry looked at us confused, and bewildered. My mom looked at her angrily. "Well? EAT!!" She commanded. "Do you not like what I have cooked?" Before Cherry could answer, my mom said, "Well I don't care! You eat what I give you or starve." Cherry nodded. She bent her head down and folded her hands together.

Everyone stopped and stared at her. She didn't say anything, her lips didn't move, but she just sat there, head down, hands folded. She was praying. About half a minute later, she looked up and looked at mother. My mom stared back and then shook her head and served her.

After dinner I heard my mom take Cherry aside in the laundry room. Her voice was sharp and cold.

"I do NOT like religion!"

"I-I-it's not religion." Cherry stammered. Her voice was quiet that I could barely make out what she said. I heard my mom push her against the wall.

"DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME!!!!!" I heard Cherry whimper as my mother strikes her.

"Now, no more praying. And don't EVER mention anything about your "religion." My mom pushed her one more time and I heard her start making her way back to the kitchen.

I quickly ran into my room to grab clothes and take a shower. I walk out and find Cherry on the bed my dad had fetched probably while I was taking a shower. It had plain white sheets. She had black shorts and t-shirt on, which I was guessing was her pajamas. I got in bed and read a book and texted my friends for a bit. Finally I set the phone and book down on the dresser beside me and turned off the light and fell asleep.