The Foster Girl

The New Home

Chapter Three

Catherine's POV

"Excuse me, miss," I felt someone shake my shoulder. So I pulled my headphones out.

"What?" I said to the flight attendant.

"We are landing. Please put your seat belt on."

 I sat up, put my seat belt on just as she had asked and then she walked away. I looked out my window as we landed, the view was pretty. However it meant that I'm one step closer to my new foster family.

I got up and grabbed my bags before getting off the plane. I walked over to the exit then down to the escalator, to see a plump woman with curly hair that was tied back, wearing jeans, and a grey jacket zipped up. She was holding a sign up with my name on it, I walked over to her.

"Are you Catherine?" she asked.

"I go by Cat," I told her. I only let my case worker at my old home call me Catherine.

"I'll take that as a yes then," she said.

"I'm Sarah, your new case worker. Lets take you to your new foster home," I just nodded and we headed to her mini van. I'm not even surprised this chick has kids. I sighed as Sarah started driving to my new home.

We pulled up to an average two story house, nothing too special. Sarah got out and looked at me impatiently. I opened my door and stepped out looking at the house again, seeing some signs that told me this wasn't a great foster home. The fence was broken, the screen door was missing (you could see where it was ripped off), and a shutter on one of the upstairs windows was barley hanging on. How did these people even get approved? Those are the safety hazards that the social workers are suppose to look for.

Well it's not like I've seen worse homes. I once had a home, where the roof was caved in on one side. There was a hole in my room with only a tarp over it. I got my bag out of the van and walked with Sarah to the door. She knocked on the door. A woman dressed in a pure white sundress with blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. Her brown eyes looked over me and I automatically saw the hatred within them. Wow... she barley knows me and she hates me already.

"Is this Catherine?" She asked in an overly sweet voice... someone is trying too hard. Sarah nodded.

"Honey come here, Catherine has arrived," she called through the house.

She smiled at me, "come in come in," she said as we walked into the house.

I had to stifle a laugh... I cannot believe she's fooling Sarah. One thing about the system - you know when someone's fake. I walked into her house as a man walked in to the same room. He was wearing a suit, he also had blonde hair. With his dull blue eyes, he looked me over. Lets just say... I had to fight the urge to vomit right then and there. Sarah left and their true colours soon showed themselves.

"Listen hear, you bitch. Don't get in our way, clean the house everyday after school, then do whatever the fuck you want. Be here at six for supper or you don't eat, got it?" the woman said. I don't know her name yet, they skipped that part.

"Yeah whatever," I said and she glared at me.

"Your room is down the hall, to the left," she said. I shrugged and walked off.

I walked into the pale barf coloured room. There was a mattress in the corner with no bed frame and a crappy wooden desk by a wall - that was it. I wonder how these people get approved? Oh well, like I said before... I've had worse. I shut the door and unpacked my suitcase. Then pulled out my phone. I dialed Tasha's number.

"Hello," she answered with her singsong voice on the third ring.

"Hey," I said back.

"OMG, C how's the foster home?" she asked. I sighed and looked around the room again.

"Shitty," I replied.

"Better then others, it sounds like," she said sarcastically.

I sighed, "yeah, it's SO much better then others. Anyway, what's up?" I asked.

"We got a new girl today... she's a prissy lil' bitch and seems to hate me," she replied.

"Well you know if you need me i'll jack a car and be there by tomorrow to teach her a lesson," I said to make her laugh.

"Sorry C, I have to go. Text me tomorrow and tell me about your new school. Email me, don't forget to email!" she practically screamed at me, making me laugh.

"Okay! Bye T, miss you," I said before hanging up. I looked at the time. Wow... it's nine O'clock already. Well I'm going to sleep. So, I grabbed the blanket and sheets that were folded on the desk and made the bed. Then I crawled into it and went to sleep.