"So," Catherine turned her attention to Aubry. "You must be Aubry. It's wonderful to finally meet you." She smiled sweetly, kindly putting her hand on Aubry's shoulder. She spoke so sincerely that Aubry almost believed what she said. Out of every foster mother he had gone through, Catherine seemed to show the most promise right off the bat in his eyes. But he still didn't believe her one bit.
"I'll leave him in your care then, Mrs. Altor." The social worker shook hands with Catherine, then turned her attention toward Aubry. "I hope you settle in here," she lifted her hand as if wanting to shake Aubry's. Being caught a little off guard, he didn't react fast enough. He stared at her hand blankly for a few seconds before he realized what she had intended - however, by then she had already lowered her hand in embarrassment.
Aubry looked at the ground. The social worker made her way back to the front door, and as she left she called over her shoulder, "Good luck, kid."
The door shut, and Aubry began to grow anxious. Catherine didn't say anything more to him - she walked away and called a list of names out the back door. After a few minutes, a total of seven other kids stood before Aubry.
There were the three boys he had seen previously (all covered in purple, green, and red marker), then there were three older boys, and one girl. All of them looked like they were no older than fifteen. Aubry was fourteen, himself, and was curious what it would be like to be around so many kids his age.
"Kids, this is Aubry. He's going to be the newest edition to our little family, so please be nice to him."
There was that word again - family. Why would he think of these kids as his family? He had never met any of them before. Catherine wasn't his mother, and never would be. He was only here because others thought that he was too young to look after himself.
Turning to Aubry, she began to list the names of the kids. The three little boys were named Jack, Timmy, and George, (Timmy was the one who wasn't wearing pants).
The girl's name was Samantha. She stood with her arms folded, staring at Aubry as if she disapproved of his presence. She dressed in all black, and smacked away at a large wad of chewing gum. Aubry didn't think he liked her very much.
The two boys who looked to be Aubry's age were named Hunter, and Carl. Hunter had the look of a stereotypical nerd - big glasses, graphic T-shirt with some obscure fan reference, and a very slight build. He wouldn't even look Aubry in the eye.
Carl was the exact opposite. Just looking at the guy made Aubry feel a little intimidated. Despite being young, the kid was big. Aubry guessed that he probably was some sort of jock - a football player, or a wrestler. Aubry caught a flash of a smirk as Carl glared at him. He probably thinks I'm a pushover, Aubry thought.
Aubry had been around a lot of bullies before in his life - and despite his appearance, Carl really didn't scare him one bit.
Catherine faced Aubry, "Why don't you tell us a little about yourself?"
"Tell us something about yourself. What do you like to do? What's your favorite food? Stuff like that."
Aubry didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to get the meet and greet over with and get on with his new life.
"I don't know,"
Samantha tapped her foot and popped a big fat bubble.