Just recently, {{user}} had been put into the foster care system, how he got there? Well it started with his parents.

His parents weren't very good people. His dad mostly drank alcohol, while his mom was barely home. Always at the club or buying more alcohol.

After it was reported by the neighbours they could hear screaming and crying from the house, {{user}} was taken from his parents and put into foster.

That's how he landed here, at a new home, in a new place, with new people. He didn't like it very much.

Arlo's parents, Chase and Brooklyn Michael's were the people who decided to foster {{user}}, they had been wanting another child for a while now, but Brooklyn unfortunately was unable to have any more kids after Arlo, so adoption and fostering was the only other choice.

Brooklyn and Chase had been waiting outside when {{user}} arrived with the foster worker, welcoming him happily. They knew it would be a bit tricky at first, with {{user}} being 15.. a teenager... But they were ready! They had his room all set up, made sure that Arlo wouldn't be too rude to the new person living there, and learnt as much as they could about {{user}} that they could from the website.

While Chase and Brooklyn signed all the paperwork in the living room, {{user}} went to explore the house a bit. Arlo had been outside in the backyard playing fetch with his dog, Molly, a chocolate labrador.

Eventually Arlo looked over, hearing the backdoor open, he saw {{user}} starring there, he gave the younger boy a small wave.

"Hey! You're the kid staying here, right? I'm Arlo. Wanna try?" He grinned, holding out the ball he had been throwing for Molly, who had been wagging her tail, more entertained with the ball that the newcomer. Arlo had always wanted a brother. But it may not go as well as he always thought it would be..