It's my first story on here and I just want to ask for reviews. Praise is always nice but helpful criticism is also wanted!

Pilot

I sat with my twin brother Jude trying to call our older sister Callie (for the tenth time today). She got sent to Juvie a week or so ago but got fostered again yesterday, she managed to get hold of a phone to us last night but we haven't heard from her since.

Me, Callie and Jude got put in the foster system when we were real young. Apparently our dad was drunk driving and got in a crash with our mom. She died and dad got sent to jail, haven't heard from him since. "Callie!" I heard Jude exclaim from next to me. Lucky our foster dad's out getting cigarettes or something otherwise we would've gotten a proper beating.

"Cal? Callie are you okay? Where are you?" I fired at my sister after putting the phone on speaker.

"Alex." She sighed, "Oh thank god you guys are okay. I'm fine just a little beat up. I am coming to get you guys, just hang in there."

"We will Cal." I replied happy to hear her voice. "Is the house you're at now nice?" my younger brother asked.

"It seems nice. I've got to go but I'll come for you tonight. Right now. I promise?" Callie said. "Love you." We all said in unison before Callie hung up.

"Hey! You fucking brats get down here. NOW!" Jack, our foster father yelled causing me and Jude to scramble up from the old mattress on the floor of 'our room' before rushing through to the lounge, me putting the phone back in its stand on the hallway table.

Jude and I were stood silently at the sink washing dishes thinking about our lack of food. When there was a knock on the front door. Following Callie's orders 'don't answer the door in a bad neighbourhood' my brother and I stayed put, washing and drying dishes. That was when we heard a thumping through the house. "What you deaf or something!" Jack yelled, we ignored him. He stomped over to the door swinging it open. Looking over my shoulder I saw a teenage boy around Callie's age asking for directions or something. Then I heard the door behind us. I turned and was relieved to see my big sister. She began walking over to us when Jack turned around and saw her.

Callie started apologising for beating the heck out of his car. But to be fair it was kind of awesome. That's when Jack went to a draw and pulled out a gun. A flipping gun. The dude at the door walked in trying to calm him down but that just got him angrier. Suddenly the cops are there. A police women came through the back door gun aimed at Jack, trust me I have never been more excited to see the cops in my life. As soon as Jack was on the floor Callie ran over to me and my twin pulling us into a hug. She kept mutter words to us. Words that made me feel protected and safe. I was just happy that we're all together again. We all cried a little.

Callie went with us to get our bags, they're small and maybe a little babyish but we didn't really care. Jude has a Skippy backpack and I had a teenage mutant ninja turtles' backpack. All they contained is extra boxers, a couple of books and a notepad with some pens. I also have an old family photo album that Callie took from our old house. We picked up our bags before walking back through to main room of the house. The blonde cop came over to me and my siblings, looking mainly at Callie. "Hey guys, can you go and get in the car with my son, Brandon, he's just over there." She said pointing at the guy who had knocked on the door earlier. We all nodded and started to head over to him when the cop took Callie by the arm and whispered, "Can I talk to you?"

Callie nodded, "You guys go on over, I'll be there soon." She told us. We nodded and slowly started to make our way over to that Brandon kid.

We sat in the car and Brandon decided to speak up. "Skippy? My brother used to have that backpack and my mom loves teenage mutant ninja turtles."

"Cool." I said as Jude just nodded, he decided to shut up after that. A minute or so later the door on my side opened and my sister was on the other side. I awkwardly stood in the car as she slid into the seat I was on before pulling me down onto her lap. I was a 12-year-old foster kid I'm light but I am strong. The officer, the blonde one stayed at the window. I think she was commentating on having me sit somewhere else but decided against it as I settled down tiredly, head on Cal's shoulder. That's when the other cop came and stood at Brandon's window.

"You know I'll kill you if your mom doesn't kill you first." The dude said. I'm guessing he's the dad. "Yeah." Brandon sighed. The man patted him on the chest saying "I love you." Brandon replied the same way before the man walked off.

"I'm sorry." Callie said after both doors closed and it was just us in the car. "You know that you didn't have to come." She continued.

"Yes I did." He said nodded slightly.

"Yeah but if you hadn't there'd be more room in this damn car." I interjected (I went ignored.) Two women got in the car – the blond cop and a darker skinned lady with frizzy hair- we all put seatbelts on and the car started driving.

That's when my eyes closed my arm round my brothers shoulder and my sister's arms around my waist, the moment of the car rocking me I fell into a peaceful… ish sleep.

I was awoken from my peacefulish slumber by someone picking me up in their arms. Opening my eyes to slits I glanced up to see Brandon. I'm not the best when it comes to trusting people but Brandon seems alright, so I let him carry me. We got near the house when I saw to other teens older than me a Jude standing outside. They looked like twins too.

We all filed through the door nicely and Brandon placing me down on the couch once we got inside. I fell back to sleep.

We're all back together again.