Courtney and Bridgette walked down the two flights of stairs there was from their floor to the kitchen. They took their seats at the table and each poured themselves a bowl of cereal. They were oldest ones in the home besides Gwen and Heather who's birthday's were a few months before theirs. The younger ones looked up to them. The few children who were already sitting at the table were munching away on their breakfast whilst talking amongst themselves.
The front door to the house was pushed open sending a cold draught of wind through the whole place. Bridgette shivered in her spot and Courtney rubbed her arms.
"Who's coming in this early?" Bridgette asked, looking over to the kitchen door, but not able to see anyone coming through.
"I don't know, maybe one of the workers was late this morning?" Courtney suggested, also looking in the same direction. The two girls shrugged it off and finished their breakfast. They walked off to the T.V. room before any o the litte kids could take over the controller for the day, but the girls stopped in front of the head social workers office. There were four matching, blue suitcases by the door. This could only mean one thing, another person was moving in.
Courtney and Bridgette sat on the bottom step whilst they waited for the new person to emerge from the office and reveal themself. Courtney was a nosy person and liked to be the first to greet a new person, and Bridgette was up for making new friends, or helping a young child adjust to their new life.
It was hours before the door finally swung open. Out stepped an old-ish lady, clearly a social worker from her black suit and neat appearance. She smiled at the teenage girls who were watching anxiously. The woman moved out the way and standing there was a teenage boy, he was around the same age as Courtney and Bridgette. He had beautiful blue eye and blond hair that reached his ears in length, but it was hidden by a cowboy hat. He was wearing an open pink shirt and blue shorts. At a closer inspection you could see the bruises that covered his arms and scars across his cheek and jaw line. His chest looked to be burnt red, and not the kind of burn you get from the sun.
The boy smiled at the girls too. Bridgette let out a barley audible gasp/moan. Courtney looked at her friend to see she was practically drooling over the new guy. She rolled her eyes and averted her attention back to the office door. Harriett, the head of the house, and Marianne, the head social worker, had also joined the two.
"Courtney, Bridgette, what are you two doing here?" Harriett asked.
"We were walking past when we notice that someone new was moving in and was wondering if you needed someone to show them around. You know help them settle in." Courtney smiled sweetly, she was a good actress and had most of the social workers wrapped around her finger.
"How thoughtful of you, Courtney." Marianne cooed at the teenager. "Girls, this is Geoff." The blond boy titled his cowboy hat at his fellow foster kids. "Geoff, this is Courtney and Bridgette." Bridgette's cheeks flushed pink as Geoff smiled at her. For the first time in a long while she was speechless.
"Hi." Courtney greeted extending her hand for the boy to shake.
"Hi." He said as he grasped Courtney's hand firmly in his own. Sure, the boy was cute, but not the kind of cute Courtney went for in a guy. Plus she could see her best friend already had her eyes on him, and from what she could see he had his eyes on her too.
"He's staying in Duncan's old room." Harriett told the teen's. Unlike Marianne she was a tad wiser, and was starting to catch onto Courtney and Bridgette's little thing.
"Duncan's room? Duncan Haver's room?" Bridgette asked, fear creeping over her voice.
"That's the one." The social worker smiled at her. The truth was no one had ever been in Duncan's room because no one wanted anything to do with him. He was one of the toughest kid's in the whole house. Duncan had been fostered by numerous people, but they always brought him back. His room was always kept for him, and only him. The teen boy was currently with a couple who had decided to try their luck with him. They had had a rebellious son, but he had moved on to college and become a better person. The couple believed Duncan could do the same.
"But Duncan's room is...Duncan's room." Bridgette whispered the last two words for effect. "What if Duncan comes back again?"
"Dunan isn't coming back, I am positive we found the perfect set of foster parents for him this time." Marianne assured Bridgette by lacing a hand on her shoulder, too bad Bridgette didn't feel any better about it.
"And this is your room." Courtney beamed at the new kid as she stopped outside the bedroom door. The two girls had shown Geoff the whole house before finally getting to his room.
"Thanks." Geoff flashed his perfectly white teeth at the two and Bridgette felt like her heart had melted.
"Your lucky mind, Geoff." Courtney continued their conversation for her friends sake. "Not many people have their own rooms here. Take us for example. " The brunette pointed at herself and then to Bridgette. "We share a room with two other people. Sure it's a pretty big room, but it's a tad squashed in there."
"Guess I am one of the lucky ones then, thanks again." Geoff gave the girs one lastsmiled before disappearing into the depth of Duncan's old bedoom. If only Duncan was still there, he would definatly have something to say about it.