Christina POV

When I woke up this morning, I got a surprise. My parents were actually in the house. Sitting in the living room. Speaking with each other.

"Christina," my mother called. "Can you go get your sister? We need to tell you guys something."

"Yes mother." I walk up to my sister's room. It takes a little while, but Rosie eventually gets up and walks down from the third floor. We have about six floors in our house. The bottom one is the main floor. The second one is my parent's floor. The third is Rosie's floor. The Fourth is mine. The fifth is a guest floor. The sixth is a game floor, with a theater, and a music room.

As we walk downstairs, I can't help but wonder what mom and dad could want to talk to us about.

(^._.^)

When we get down there, my parents look at us and tell us the news quickly. "We're fostering a child!"

"WHAT!" I am in too much shock to say anything, but clearly Rose isn't.

Just then the doorbell goes off.

"That must be him," my father says.

Him? A boy? I've never had a brother before, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

I don't want to meet him. I tell Rose to take a picture of him and send it to me while I go to my room. I decide to text my best friend, Tris.

C~ Omg tris, my parents are fostering a kid and it's a boy and I don't know how I feel about it but I haven't actually met him yet.

T~ maybe u should talk to him.

C~ ya. Mabye…

Just then, I get a picture message from Rosie.

I open the picture and look at him. He is about 17, probably a junior. He has dark blue eyes and a scarce upper lip. He has really dark hair, and he seems very unsociable. Of course, he is a foster kid. They're all pretty messed up. I wonder what his problem was.

I text Tris the picture with the caption here he is. Happy?

T~ I know for a fact that you did not take that picture.

C~ what daya mean?

T~ im not an idiot.

C~ FINE ILL GO SEE HIM BLECGH!

T~ GOOD!

I go down to the first floor, but this time I use the elevator.

When I get there, I see him talking with my parents. All I saw was his face in the picture, but now that I see the rest of him, I feel out of place in my pajamas and my bedhead.

"Christina, so nice to see you." My mother is so annoying sometimes.

"Yeah, hey guys. I'm gonna make myself some breakfast."

(^._.^)

I walk downstairs after taking a shower and getting dressed.

"Wait is he going to school with us?"

"Yes sweetie." I hear my mother yell.

"I don't think we've properly met," I say shaking new kids hand. "My name is Christina."

"My name, dear Christina, is Tobias." He quickly amends, "You can call me Four at school."

"Okay, Tobias. I will be driving today. Unless you wanna do it."

"Well," he starts, "I would like to try driving to school. I never learn the route as the passenger."

"Okay." I think that would be a good idea.

"But if I drive, you get to listen to my music. Are you sure you can handle that, little sis?"

"I'll try to cope. But we have to pick up my friend Tris on the way to school. She hates riding to school with her brother, and she doesn't have her license yet, since she just turned 16." This part isn't necessarily true. I mean we do have to pick up Tris, but only because I need her to get through this ride to school today.