So, here we are again. And I've decided to bring another character into the story who lives at the dumping ground, he will come into this chapter and it will also show whether Emma stays at the dumping ground or not, and what that will lead to. However, to know. You have to read and see

I'd like to thank precious- passenger, Camogirl14, Wall With a Fez and x snow- pony x for helping me with the ideas for this chapter. (As ideas in the beginning of a syoc story are usually hard to think of. If anyone else has any ideas about anything that could happen to any of the characters. Feel free to share them with me in reviews or pm. You will of course get credit)

Thanks also to x snow- pony x, xQueen- Of- Applesx, Camogirl14 for reviewing.

When I walked up to the dumping ground the Friday a few days after I had been at the dumping ground to fix with Ashton's and Emily's rooms I was filled with a tensed excitement. I had been home for another few days and at last decided to give the job at the dumping ground another try. And actually try and do it this time. So without knocking the door, I pressed the door handle down and walked inside.

"NO." I heard Mike shout from inside the office. "Miss Rose, we cannot take another child right now the house is crowded. No I said. But there's got to be some other care home." It went quiet and I walked into the office. Mike smiled and waved to me but then continued talking on the phone. "Okay." At last Mike sighed slightly and noted something in front of him. "Just about dinner time? I'll meet you then." He hung up, sighed and leaned back in his chair stroking his face with his whole palms. "Another new child is arriving today. I've got to go and tell the children."

Just as Mike had said that a loud signal went through the house. Mike moaned, and showed me to follow him. Then I and George ran around trying to gather all of the kids to go out to the parking lot while Mike ran to the kitchen and tried to investigate why the fire alarm had went off. I had a pretty good idea what it might be though…And I was right.

"Marty and Tracie were trying to make a cake." Mike came out with each hand on their shoulders last. "It's fine. The house will not burn down there was just a lot of smoke and a very, burned cake." Mike sighed. "So we can all go inside again. Qwyn, Nathan. Can you fix with opening all the windows to get rid of the smell? And Marty, you clean up the kitchen and Tracie. You go throw that cake in the dumpster." Everyone went over to doing what Mike had told them to do. And I helped the older twins with opening the windows when I heard Nathan get an asthma attack from the smoke.

"MIIIIKE." Suddenly a shout echoed through the house. "THERE'S A RAT IN THE HOUSE." I didn't wait to figure who was shouting or where that rat actually was. I climbed up on the kitchen island and then sat there Indian style and listened to the others and tried to locate where that stupid rat was. But didn't quite succeed until I heard that both Mike and George were chasing after it somewhere around the hallway.

"IIIIIIIH" Ella came running into the kitchen and I lifted her up onto the island next to me. "There's a rat, there's a rat, there's a rat!" I hugged her and stroke her hair to calm her down. But probably did just as much with calming myself down, until there was a loud bang and people stopped running and screaming.

"OH MY GOD YOU KILLED IT!" Marty's voice. "GOD…" Some heaving sounds. "EW PEITYN. GO AWAY." Peityn came into the kitchen too and I crawled down from the bench. "YOU STUPID KID. YOU THREW UP ON THE FLOOR AND ON MY SHOES! YOU'RE SO DISGUSTING." Tears were rising in Peityn's eyes and I could smell that she really had been sick. I lifted her onto the kitchen island to sit next to Ella and poured up a glass of water to get rid of the taste.

"It's okay." I reassured her. "You couldn't help it." I didn't get any further when Marty came into the kitchen. He had already gotten his sneakers off and with furiousness shining of everything he did he threw them in the dumpster.

"My Gryffindor sneakers." He moaned. "My favorites and you ruined them. You stupid kid!" Peityn moaned, and I was on my way to tell him to lay off when Tracie came running into the room obviously very angry.

"You wouldn't have had to kill it Marty!"

"So what would you think I should have done then? Ran around like a dizzy hen trying to get it out like Mike and George." Marty snorted. "Or just ran away screaming like her." He pointed with his thumb towards Ella. "Or maybe ruined someone's favorite sneakers…" He pointed to Peityn and I tried to break it off. "Or just jumped up on the kitchen bench trying to get away from it a…"

Suddenly, and I wasn't so sure where it came from. But Marty, Peityn, Ella and Tracie were all shouting at each other. You couldn't really tell what they were shouting. But I could hear Tracie was angry with Marty because he had said something bad about Ella. And Marty was angry at Peityn for ruining his sneakers. Peityn was sad and angry because she hadn't meant to do it and everyone were left with shouting. While I was standing in the middle of it all and tried to make my voice heard. It was probably needless to say that I didn't succeed.

"WHAT…" Mike's shout made even me jump since I hadn't seen him come into the kitchen. "…IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Everyone started shouting and blaming each other again and Mike sighed. "ELLA. TRACIE." He shouted at the top of his lungs at last. "YOU GO AND GET ALL OF THE OTHERS INTO THE KITCHEN I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU ALL. MARTY. GET INTO SOME OTHER PAIR OF SNEAKERS. AND PEITYN..." Peityn sacredly looked up at Mike with tears in her eyes and Mike's voice went soft when he spoke again. "Are you okay pumpkin?"

Peityn nodded and Mike hugged her before he told her something I couldn't hear and let her sit back on the counter. One after one the others came into the room and a Marty, which still seemed grumpy and quite pissed over his sneakers came last before Mike started telling them what was going on.

"Now, when you're all gathered anyway… Well everyone except Violet but…" Mike sighed. "I just had a call from Miss Kayla Rose- one of the social worker's" He explained to me. "And as you know… Calls from her can mean one of two things… or usually means one of two things… Either she's found a foster home for somebody or there is a new kid and this time…" The air in the room was so tense I could almost touch it and I knew most of the children were hoping to be forced. "…New kid."

"WHAT?"

There were a few spread moans and questionings around the room. But Peityn's shout was heard over everything else and one after one we turned to stare at her. While she seemed to realize that she had done something wrong.

"I. I mean… What… what is his or her name?" Peityn stuttered. And it was pretty clear that she was lying. But Mike showed me to let it be and drew a breath in to answer.

"He- and his name is Jim Harrow. He's seven, almost eight years old." Mike sighed. "And there's nowhere else for him to go. And he'll be coming later today already. So maybe… someone who could bake without burning the house down might want to bake a cake for us to share when he arrives. So how about… Shawn, Ashton, David. You can try and make something huh? Great. Don't set the fire alarm off this time."

Mike scratched the back of his head in a distressed move. "As of now I don't know more about Jim. But… take it easy when he arrives okay? Miss Rose will be bringing him over sometime today but I'm not sure when. But I do know, he have been taken into care only yesterday. So… Just, please try and be at your best behavior." I raised my eyebrow at him- did something like best behavior even exist at the dumping ground? Because it hadn't the last time I was here and I highly doubted the dumping ground had changed too much. "I've got some paper work to do."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Suddenly we heard a scream from upstairs. "MIKE. THERE'S POOP WATER EVERYWHERE." There was no doubt it was Violet. In an anger rage. Mike had gone red in the face and was covering his mouth. At first I thought he was so angry he trembled. Then suddenly he snorted and still keeping it quiet for keeping it from Violet he had to support on the kitchen island not to collapse laughing.

"Whoever…" When Mike at last could talk again everybody were staring at him with big eyes. "Whoever did this will be punished?" It was kind of hard to take him seriously when he was panting after laughing so hard and ended it with giggling. "No, no. Emma, help them with that cake. George… do that paper work. I'll go…"

"MIIIIKE."

Mike had to pull himself together to go and clean up. But I could see his shoulders trembling of suppressed laughter but he was still moving towards the upstairs bathroom and I couldn't help to see the irony in the situation… out of everyone that could have noticed the bathroom filled with 'poop water'.

Oh well, the dumping ground means chaos.

"I want to make this cake." David held up the recipe book towards me and Ashton and Shawn nodded agreeing while I turned to the chocolate cake he had pointed to. Went through what needed to be done and realized that at least this seemed easy enough even for me to make without burning the house down and I started with helping David to wash his hands right and then picked out the right ingredients.

David had chosen a lemon cheesecake that was very easy and fast to make. So the moment we were done I looked through the cupboards and found the right ingredients for Swedish chocolate balls. Those were a big favorite of Swedish children- actually Swedish people in general, so for Marty and Tracie to actually get to make something. I got them two and stood with them to explain how chocolate balls were made. Even though about half of the time seemed to go to both Marty and Tracie licking their fingers.

After the chocolate balls were put in the freezer to get done I helped the kids with cleaning it up. Chocolate balls had a thing with leaving stains. Then George came, told us he was going to make dinner and more or less forced us out to the kitchen. Tracie and Marty went to do whatever, but I went into the office and let Mike teach me a bit about how different kinds of paper work were done.

"Ehrm." Mike fixed with some papers at least half an hour later. "Have you had chicken pox?" I nodded. "Yeah, good… You know you can't get it twice and… Violet kind of had it. And as you understand…" I grimaced slightly. "Yeah and Luce's got the night shift. And as you know I can't cook. So George cooks today and he's a vegan." I raised an eyebrow. "You do know what a vegan is?" I nodded. "One who doesn't eat anything from animals. I've heard some rumors that he'll be starting to eat eggs and milk and become a vegetarian instead. But… About George you never really know… And thinking about the care workers… It's been years since my parents died so… We're all orphans."

"Hahaha." I stated ironically. "Very funny."

"No seriously, George's mum died just a bit after I got to know him, he never knew his dad but do know the man committed suicide. Luce's parents died in Gota… My parents died of old age and your…"

"As I said," I could hear myself that my voice had gotten colder and more rude than I was planning. "Not funny" I stood up and was on my way to leave the office when Mike held up three pieces of a straw. "What does the one who pulls the short straw have to do?" I crossed my fingers for nothing that had to do with Violet. She was sworn enemies with anyone in this house, especially me.

"Tell Violet to come for dinner." I moaned. "Come on now, ladies first." I sighed, sat down on the opposite side of the main desk from mine and closed my eyes before I pulled a piece of straw out of his hand. "HA! You pulled the short one." I moaned again while Mike did a happy dance. "Okay, maybe it's cruel to be so happy not to have to talk to her. She's just a kid… but…. Heck, you know what I mean!" I nodded.

"So when will dinner be ready?"

"DINNER"

I moaned again and as slowly as I could I moved towards Violet's room while all the children rushed to the kitchen where George had just shouted and once again. I closed my eyes, and then just did and knocked on Violet's door before I opened it.

"I'm gonna kill the person who did this." Violet mumbled when I came in. "And I'm not coming out again until I'm looking normal again." She was lying with her back against the door, dressed in as far as I could see a T- shirt way too big for her and underwear, with a blanket pulled over her so it covered each spot of her that wasn't covered by what she was wearing.

"Violet." I said softly. "George made dinner."

"Can't you bring something up here then?"

"No, sorry honey. But you're not allowed to eat in your room." Violet glared to me. "And whoever you met who had chicken pox may not even have known he or she had it. And I'm sure they didn't mean it. So there's no reason to be angry or say you're gonna kill them." Violet snorted. "Now come on, you need to eat dinner.

"Not if George makes it." She mumbled. "He's a vegan and only makes creepy things." I couldn't help but smile, but at least Violet stood up and started walking towards her wardrobe to get some clothes to wear. And now that she was away from the blanket I could spot small, red spots on both her arms, legs and her neck. Before I left the room I could catch a glance of that she wasn't letting an illness like the chicken pox keep her from wearing fashionable clothes though. Even though I knew that if I had been the one with chicken pox or any kind of illness. I would have gotten into the softest, ugliest and biggest T shirt I could find along with the ugliest pair of sweatpants. Well, taste was like the butt- split.

I walked down the stairs just as George put the big kettle on the table with bowls with spoons all around, along with bread, butter and cheese. And I grabbed the big spoon in the kettle and started pouring the red soup- tomato soup up in Ella and Tracie's bowls.

"It looks like blood." Tracie stated, and I couldn't do much else than agree. I saw Emily fingering a bit with her shirt and looking down. But when Nathan rubbed her back and whispered something that I couldn't hear she seemed to relax a bit. And handed me the plate to put up soup in that one too just as Violet came into the room and sat down on her place in the middle of the row towards the kitchen island looking as grumpy as ever and waiting for me or George to give her of the soup made.

"It does." Peityn agreed with Tracie. "And it's disgusting." Before I or anybody else had had the time to react to what she was doing. Peityn had hit her spoon that was in the bowl, which caused it to fly up and mostly shoot a spoon of the red soup. And out of everyone and everything it could have ended up at it flew right onto Violet's mint green dress and left a big, red stain that made it look like Violet was bleeding.

"YOU LITTLE MORON." Violet shouted at the top of her lungs and stood up on her chair. Mike tried to get her down from there but she didn't listen, grabbed her own bowl and moved it so all of her soup flew across the table and right at Peityn who screamed wordlessly and threw another spoon of soup towards Violet. But missed, and instead hit Qwyn, who threw a spoon back to Peityn but missed when she jumped away and it hit Wheezy and soon the food fight was fully on with spoonful's of tomato soup flying everywhere onto everyone until a scream, of the kind that makes your blood freeze in your veins sounded loud and had everybody freeze.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

"Marley." George quickly hurried around the table and pushed away both chairs and children in his way to the young girl standing in the doorway hyperventilating. "Sch, sch, sch. It's okay. It's okay. It's soup. No one's hurt." George took Marley in his arms just as she sunk to the floor and sat down hugging her close to his chest. "It's okay. It's okay. Sch, sch, sch." He softly stroke her hair and I looked to Mike for advice.

"KIDS." Mike shouted as everyone except for George's soft whispering and Marley's whimpering the room, and the house had gone quiet. "OUT. NOW." He pointed towards the back door and one after one the kids walked out into the pouring rain. I wasn't so sure what to do and looked from Mike, to George and Marley sitting in the doorway to the rest of the house.

"Is there something I…" I nodded backwards to Marley and George but Mike shook his head and gestured towards the open door he was holding. And I decided that the best thing would be to give Marley some peace and quiet and walked outside where I pulled my own hoodie off and laid it around the shoulders of Violet whose dress now was stained both a bit of here and a bit of everywhere of the red soup. And the temporary spots on her face along with that, seemed to make her the grumpiest person ever.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Mike shouted at the top of his lungs and even I flinched and felt kind of scared. I had never heard Mike swear before. "I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU PULL SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN. AND YOU WILL NOT ONLY BE CLEANING UP ALL OF IT AFTER YOU BUT I WILL THINK OF A PUNISHMENT FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

Usually, at mentions like that there would be loads of loud protesting, but right now each and every one of the kids seemed to understand this wasn't the time for protesting, and just as Mike was done and we were all on our way around the house to go in through the front door not to bother Marley when a car pulled up in the driveway and a social worker along with a young boy stepped out and stared to everyone who looked like there had been a bloody murder going on.

"Oh…" Mike sounded a bit confused. "Miss Rose, and.. Jim was it?" The boy nodded. "Well, I know this all looks… morbid. But it's soup. Tomato soup and… there was a food fight. So… Miss Rose. Let's go into the office shall we? You too Jim." Mike disappeared into the house and I was left steering all of the kids inside, grabbed my hoodie from Violet's shoulders (What a miracle she hadn't protested about wearing my hoodie which was too big with 'loser' written on it) and sent them all off to their rooms to change their clothes.

Suddenly I heard someone laughing and running upstairs and that could mean nothing but trouble. And just as Mike, the social worker and Jim came out from the office and Mike and Jim turned to go upstairs and Miss Rose walked towards the door I rushed upstairs and was hit by spurting water from either Wheezy or Tracie who were running around spurting water at each other with big squirt guns and right away, I had had enough.

"You clean this up." Without shouting I pointed to the water puddles on the floor. "And you do it now! And do it for real because otherwise it will have consequences for everyone in this house. And then you go into your rooms and get changed into some clean clothes, and then sit down onto your beds and DON'T MOVE until I or Mike tell you that YOU CAN."

"Hey." Mike told me too quietly for them to hear when they sprinted towards their rooms. "You took care of that one pretty well." He patted my shoulder. "Nothing I would have expected from someone new. But you handled it well. Now…" Mike kneeled in front of the new, curly haired boy. "Usually it's not this crazy around here but much, much worse."

Jim looked a bit worried, actually very worried. And I jokingly slapped Mike's back, too light to actually hurt him but Mike grabbed his shoulder towards the shoulder blade and whimpered as if I had hit him hard. Then he just laughed and walked on towards Marty's room explaining to Jim that there were no spare rooms so he would have to share.

"Well…" For the first time, when standing in the doorway to what would be shared Jim and Marty's room I heard the curly- haired somewhat Hispanic looking boy talk for the first time. "Welcome aboard to the HMS Elm Tree." Mike smiled, and let him and Marty get to know each other while Mike turned to me.

"You go and wash Emma… Have you got any spare clothes here yet?" I shook my head. "Hmmm… I think Brielle might be just the same size as you, or maybe either Nathan or Qwyn if you don't mind boys' clothes." I looked down on my 'loser- hoodie' and jeans which was completely soaked in tomato soup and couldn't help but laugh.

"Sure thing Mike. I think I'll just ask the boys." Mike smiled and nodded. "And this time you will think of a worse punishment than dishing duty or I will think of something." Mike just smiled and let hear a short chuckle.

"I wasn't planning that. But now when you're saying it. I think I need to be a bit creative. Now go change your clothes before anyone else freaks out."

Jim is portrayed by August Maturo and made by Wall With a Fez. Kayla Rose by Kaley Cuoco.

So, Emma decided to stay at the dumping ground, at least for now. But her first real day was really chaotic. The fire alarm breaks off, a rat comes into the house and is killed. Marty's pissed of because seeing that rat was so disgusting Peityn threw up on his shoes and here is another new kid. Then Marley freaks out by seeing everyone stained with tomato soup after a food fight. But I bet she thought it was blood and was reminded by something. And as well, Violet has chicken pox and is grumpier than ever. Oh, how great!

There is a few mentions of Swedish chocolate balls, so…. To everyone who wants to make those. They are the easiest, tastiest, best things ever made. It's quite sad it mostly exists in Sweden only, but if anyone wants the recipe. Then I'd be happy to share the recipe with you so just write it in a review or pm and I'll send it to you. And you know the best part? There's no chance you burn the house down with making down. You don't even need an oven.

Random fact

Emma is from Sweden, in the chapter there is a mention of a Swedish expression that reads 'the taste is like the butt- split' an expression that I like using when talking with people who are not from Sweden since they usually find it quite weird or even disgusting. However, it only means that people think different about different things. So while one person likes something, it doesn't mean that the next one does.