Give 'em Hell kid.

Once again i'm sat shot gun in my bumbling social worker sarahs crappy car, seven years since my first ride with her the smell still knocks me sick, and her ridiculously forced happy, bubbly persona doesn't help either. A constant stream of pointless information about my new 'home' comes from her mouth, and as she speaks her bleach blonde, too high ponytail accentuates the thick layer of foundation, bright red lipstick, and fake eyelashes that have become her signature look, along with her grey tracksuit pants and hoodie and bright pink vest top. I can't understand why she's still going for the 'young, hip down with the kids' vibe. It's never worked for her and never will.
I'm forced into giving her my full attention by her pink fake nails clicking in front of my face, much to my annoyance. "Gerard! Are you even listening to me? Anyways, we're five minutes or so away now! Any question about the other kids or Maria and Tom?"
That catches my attention "Umm, what do you mean 'other kids', it's just gonna be me and mikey again, right?" She glances at me almost fearfully and stutters out " Umm, w-well actually the decision has been made t-to, separate you for the foreseeable future..."
"What the Fuck! Why?!" I scream at her. How could she do this to me, she knows how close we are, we have only ever had each other and thats how it was meant to stay. Now we have no one. " Okay Gerard, you have to understand, i was completely against it, but they went over my head. Decided you were a bad influence, and considering Mikey is only ten, he has a greater chance of a permanent home.... without you. There was nothing i could do, i don't even know were he has been placed." She looks so sad that all the anger I held only moments ago melted away, leaving nothing but a hollow, defeated feeling behind. Smiling weakly at her " So how many others are there then? Will i have to share a room too?"
She reveals that the house is home to nine other kids, age 8 to 16, and no, i won't get my own room.

Way to soon Sarah's ushering me up to the door of the towering, red brick house that looks out over a fair sized but unkempt lawn, and past that a slightly run down but over all average suburb. The social worker then quickly embraces me, trundles back to her car, and leaves me alone on the porch. Contemplating whether to just run now and speed the whole process up, or to stay and knock on the door, go inside, unpack, do all the things i know i should do.

I choose the latter (which is out of character for me), and thats why i am now sat in the middle of what i assume is the living room staring at a large, middle aged russian woman and her husband who's yet to speak (or do anything for that matter) and surrounded by the nine other children Sarah mentioned, in an almost interrogation style meeting. The russian -Maria i think her name was- begins " In MY house we have strict rules that must be adhered to Mr.Way, you are no different, and by tomorrow i expect you to be fully up to code..." As she's giving her intimidation speech a dark haired boy wearing ripped black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt emerges from a door somewhere behind me hands me a laminated set of 'the rules' thats Maria is still raving about in front of me. He doesn't make eye contact with me and quickly stands in line with the others, yet still he stands out. Maybe this wasn't such a terrible place after all...

Notes

Hey, so this is my first fic, fuck knows if i'll finish it or if it'll be an good, but criticism is welcome and i hope to update a couple of times a week if i continue with it, but i'll let you know if i'm not.