"Here we are Vincent! Your new foster parents!" The annoyingly cheerful social worker said happily as she drove up to a very nice looking townhouse. Vincent sighed rolling his eyes as this wasn't his first foster house. And the woman was always the same. Annoyingly cheerful and annoyingly encouraging.
"Wonder how long they will keep me till they dump me off again' Vincent thought annoyed as he looked at the house. There was a strange pair of eyes staring at him from between some blinds on the top floor, just staring at him, or in his direction, unblinking.
".. Now Vincent, just like we practiced. Smile, be happy, and be polite." The social worker continued, apparently not noticing Vincent's silence, or ignoring it.
"Yeah I know look like a perfect kid" Vincent grumbled grabbing the few things he owned. 'I wonder who that is up there' Vincent wondered looking up at the second floor of the house again.
"Now now, we're trying to convince them to keep you. That's no behavior to present yourself with." The social worker said kindly.
Vincent only rolled his eyes and gave a soft sigh before giving his usual smile.
"Now, this family is very nice, they have several children, among them an older son. They're also a bit of an older couple, so they're a bit old." The social worker said, grabbing her purse and looking through it.
'Other children fun wonder how this is going to work out. I'll probably be the outcast like normal.' Vincent thought with a sigh.
"The older couple is very kind, but they do have some rules, so try to follow them." The social worker continued.
"Yes ma'am" Vincent replied.
"The oldest son's name is Scott. You'll be sharing a room with him and several other children." The social worker added.
"Scott." Vincent said wondering if that is who he saw pecking out of the window or not.
"Scott is the eldest. The rest are ranging from young children, to a couple of toddlers." The social worker said.
Vincent nodded in understanding.
"From what i'm told, Scott is a loner, and prefers not to interact with anyone." The social worker said.
"Oh okay." Vincent said as a bit of wonder sparked in him.
"The family also has an out of city home, usually for vacations and stuff. They go there over the summer and other holidays. Yes, they're what can be considered rich." The social worker said.
"So i'll have two homes?" Vincent said a little happy.
"You'll be living with the family, but yes, if they keep you long enough, you'll be traveling with them between the two homes." The social worker nodded.
"Fun." Vincent said happily.
"Now that that's out of the way, let's introduce you." The social worker nodded, her annoyingly happy demeanor back as she exited the car. Vincent placed the bookmark in the book he was reading and the suitcase he had brought along with his belongings getting out of the car. The social worker walked down the sidewalk up to the townhouse, struggling a bit in her high heels. Vincent followed behind her his eyes focused on the house. The eyes were still there, now that he could see them better they seemed to be blue, at least in the lighting.
'I wonder which kid that is' Vincent thought waving up at the window with a happy smile. The eyes narrowed and the blind closed. Vincent frowned a bit and dropped his hand with a soft sigh before regaining his practiced happy expression. The social worker pressed on the doorbell, as loud yelling and running towards the door could be heard. Vincent looked at the door in wonder of who would answer it. The door flew open revealing at least five or six kids, almost climbing over each other to see him. Vincent took a step back a little worried about being tackled by the kids. The kids looked him over, as a few had a look of disappointment on their faces. Vincent gulped seeing their disappointed expressions and gave a wary wave hello.
"Papa! The new kid is here!" One girl yelled back into the house. There was a sound of a walking cane and a man coming from inside the house towards the door. Vincent stood straight and smiled again in hopes to at least impress the parents. An aging man came to the door, a walking cane holding up his limp on one leg as he had a stern, criticising look.
Vincent gulped a little before bowing a little. "Hello sir." Vincent said to try and be convincing.
The man gave a hum as he looked Vincent over, his expression giving no hints to what he was thinking. Vincent looked in hopes of a good response instead of a few not so good responses he had gotten from other possible foster parents.
"You're the Vincent kid?" The man finally spoke.
"Yes, sir." Vincent replied. The man gave another hum as the kids around the door respectfully stepped away, leaving him in the doorway. His fingers tapped his cane as he apparently looked Vincent over. Vincent tried to hide how nervous he felt as he wanted to bury himself in his book but stood looking back at the man.
"You'll do." The man said finally, stepping back into the house, motioning for Vincent to come in as the social worker gave a quiet squeal of joy.