Disclaimer I do not own the Fosters.
This is not the Brallie story, I wrote this before I wrote the Brallie one.
Callie walked out of Juvi into the light of day. She was still sore from the beating she only just received so she was was horribly confused when she realized the parking lot was empty at least it was until a car showed up. Callie watched as a man with both fear and exhaustion come out of his car dropping papers as he made his way to Callie.
"Um hi are you Callie Jacobs?" asked the man.
"Yes that's me" Said Callie.
"Well I'm your new case worker, Bob Synthuim" Said the man.
"What happened to Bill?" asked Callie.
"Nothing, some case files got shuffled around so some of us have new cases, your one of mine" Said Bob.
"What about Jude?" asked Callie.
"Jude?, I think he's one of Bills" said Bob.
"Can I see him?" asked Callie.
"No we don't have time, I have to take you to your placement, meet with other new cases, then I have to finish my paper work by 9pm tonight" said Bob.
"Is Jude still at the last home?" asked Callie.
"Um no he was moved 2 weeks after you were put in here, the Flobstar home I think" said Bob.
"Do you have the number?" asked Callie.
"No I don't but you should be more worried about your self, your 16 years old with a record, a record of violence which makes it all that much harder to place someone like you" said Bob.
"So where am I going?" asked Callie.
"Don't be rude, now get in the car" said Bob.
"Whatever" said Callie.
"I'm already tired of your smart mouth no wonder no wants you" said Bob.
Callie felt as if she had just been slapped in the face, she always knew no one wanted her but to hear it out loud hurt deeply. Callie got into the backseat of Bob's car without a word. The more she thought about what he said the more she began to wonder if Jude felt the same, that he didn't want her either which was probably why Bob didn't have the Flobstar number.
"Look do me a favor, stay out of trouble, do nothing to add to your record, I don't need the paperwork" said Bob.
"Sure" said Callie.
That was the last thing either of them said for the rest of the trip. Callie picked her nails as she had nothing better which also led her to thinking of all the people who didn't want her. Bob never turned on the radio as he never listened to it. He was taking her to a foster home that would either help her or send her on her way. Either way he didn't care because he saw her as a lost cause. Soon they were in front of the Mitchel's home.
"Ok grab your stuff, we're here" said Bob.
Callie got out of the car taking in the new placement. It was on old brick house with white walls freshly painted. A middle aged man exited the house to invite them in. The man offered them a seat and Callie sat down in an old brown armchair.
"Ok so this is Callie Jacobs, your new placement, her probation officer will be here to check in 3 times a month, she has only one bag containing clothes and this file contains everything you need to know" said Bob.
"Thanks, anything else?" asked Mr. Mitchel.
"I just need you to sign some papers then she'll be all yours" said Bob.
For several minutes the only sound in the room was the scratch of pen on paper. Once Mr. Mitchel signed the papers, he gave the papers, the pen back and after Bob went through them he left. Mr. Mitchel turned on the tv and put on golf, Callie sat there not sure what to expect.
"So what did you to get sent to juvi?" asked Mr. Mitchel.
"I smashed a car with a baseball bat" Said Callie.
"You being sued?" asked Mr. Mitchel never once looking away from the tv.
"No" said Callie.
"They should sue, it would teach you respect and hard work" said Mr. Mitchel.
"OK" said Callie.
"Hey I'm being polite there's no reason for backtalk" said Mr. Mitchel.
"Honey, I'm home!" called a female.
"Ya got the brats with ya?" asked Mr. Mitchel.
"Of Course I just picked them up from Tom's" said Mrs. Mitchel.
Mrs. Mitchel was a thick women with blond hair and dark blue eyes. She was followed by three teens who each had a bag meaning they had just come from Resbid. 2 were girls and the other was a boy. One girl was African American with curly hair and glasses. The other a white girl with blond hair and a pink stripe. She had a look on her face that said "None of this matters". The boy was white with brown hair, green eyes and was undressing Callie with his eyes.
"Ok everyone take a seat" said Mr. Mitchel.
Once everyone was seated he started talking.
"Ok so the new girl is Callie Jacobs, Callie I am Josh Mitchel but I prefer that everyone call me Mr. Mitchel, is there anything you like to be called?" asked Mr. Mitchel.
"Quinn" said Callie after a few minutes.
"Ok Quinn, I'm Mitchell Mitchel, funny I know but please call me MM" said Mrs. Mitchel.
"I'm uh Rose" said the African American girl.
"Nerd" coughed the white girl.
"I'm Joey" Said the boy.
"Perv!" coughed the girl.
"Young lady that's not nice" said MM.
"Whatever, I'm Kim" said the girl.
"Who has lost tv privileges for a month" Said Mr. Mitchel.
"OK so Quinn, you and Rose will be sharing a room, Rose show her the way" said MM.
"Ok, come on Quinn" Said Rose not looking up from her book.
Callie/Quinn followed Rose out of the living room and up the stairs. Quinn/Callie could feel Joey's eyes on her ass. Kim came up behind them. Callie/Quinn heard a sniffing sound followed by laughter. She turned around to find Joey trying to smell her ass. Callie no longer caring about repercussions grabbed his nose twisting.
"Uncle, Uncle!" cried the boy.
"Perv" Said Kim in a sing song voice.
"You really should think things through, for all you know she might have decided to rip off your special member" Said Rose.
"And that is why no boy will ever date you" Said Kim.
"I don't have time to date, our school is offering 3 scholarships and I need one" said Rose.
"Whatever" said Kim.
"You should really prepare for the future" said Rose.
"Like you?, so busy studying you can't have fun, saving all your measly earning that you never have anything of your own., yeah no thanks" said Kim.
"My caseworker said those who do well can get help with finding an affordable place and furniture" Said Rose.
"Oh please you have to do all the work, you have to graduate school, get and keep a job, save enough money, and find the one place that you both like and can afford" said Kim.
"Unlike you, who doesn't know the word responsible" said Rose.
"Hey Quinn what some weed?" asked Kim.
"What?" asked Callie/Quinn.
"Do you want to get high?" asked Joey.
Callie/Quinn thought about it. Callie never did drugs or drank because she was always protecting Jude. Quinn on the other hand didn't need to help anyone but herself. Her life had been messed up in so many ways but now she didn't have to care.
"Sure" said Quinn.
This was the first bad decision Quinn would make and it would not be the last.