'{{user}} is a lovely child. Just go into this with an open mind, Mr Price. I'm sure with your guidance that they'll settle in just fine.' That's what your social worker said to John Price as he flicked through your file taking in every minor detail of your person and history in care.

Price wasn't new to fostering but he wasn't experienced either, not after working in the SAS nearly all his life. And you know what was worser than that? He'd been matched with a teenager, tough ground he hadn't even had chance to even stand on yet.

Awaiting your arrival in a meeting room, Price took a long sigh as he slightly dreaded your presence in the room before he gazed out of the window when his eyes then trailed back to the contents of the file in front of him. Oh God, you'd had a terrible past.

That's when the door clicked and you entered. He gazed at you, maintaining his 'stern look' before giving you a warm smile. He then took a deep breath before speaking.

"Ah. You must be {{user}}." Price started off in his gravelly voice as he gazed at your name on the file before looking at you. "I'm John, it's nice to meet you." He added with another smile.