Hey ya'll! This is just an announcement that I've started posting my newest story, Beneath the Surface! :) So if you want to check it out, it is in progress, yay!

Thanks everyone!

Here's a bit of the story!

-Catlover1033

Nancy unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her single suitcase and walked straight past her social worker.

New house, new people, new problems to add to the old ones.

Nancy paused and looked at the building before her. The house was nicer than any she had been assigned to before. It looked large and nice, two stories, white with wooden trim. The yards were fairly large, and a couple kids were kicking a ball around in a little park across the street.

"Nancy. Try to make this one work," Dave, her social worker, was almost pleading with her as they walked to the door. "These are nice people."

Soon I'll only have a year to go. Then in a year I'll be 18 and out of here.

She was supposed to be going to group home when things got switched around last minute and well, here she was, about to enter another foster family who had a spot that had just opened up.

The door opened to reveal a kind looking woman with brown eyes and long black hair. Nancy could tell she was nervous by the way her fingers twisted her wedding ring around and around her finger.

"Come in, come in! You must be Nancy!" the woman pushed the door wider, ushering them in.

The house was nice. It was clean and nicely decorated, but comfortable. Pictures of children were everywhere, three children, all with black hair, elder boy, girl, then younger boy.

A man with greying hair put his hand on the woman's shoulder, giving Nancy a warm smile which she did not return.

"I've really got to run," Dave practically fled the scene. Nancy watched him leave her alone in her new home without an ounce of emotion. Her expression was even and blank, exactly as it had been when she had gotten out of the car. Exactly how it had been when she had gotten into the car around half an hour ago.

"Welcome to the Fayne home! Please call me Jenna."
"And I'm Alex," the father offered his hand. Nancy took it hesitantly and dropped it as soon as she could.

"Hello, I'm George."

Nancy turned to find an athletic looking teenage girl smiling at her. She looked just like her mother, except her black hair was cut short and her brown eyes were a little more blue.

"Hello," Nancy nodded. The family had a girl her own age. That could get ugly.

"I'm Scott!"

There was the younger boy from all the pictures all around. He had a slightly turned up nose sprinkled with freckles, and like the girl and the mom, black hair and blue eyes.

"Hello." Nancy shifted. She was silent.

"Here, you must be a bit overwhelmed. George, why don't you show Nancy up to her room? We'll go over rules and such later."

Nancy followed George down the stairs to the basement.

She didn't know what to think about this family. They seemed nice. Like, actually nice. But she knew she would have to wait until she made any judgements. Several houses had seemed nice on the outside and turned out to be hell on the inside.

Thank you all! :) You're the best, whether or not you decide to read the new story!