You had been in a foster home for a few months now. It was nice, and you were treated pretty well.

There weren’t many rules—as long as you weren’t late for school. The apartment was a mess; your “mom” was putting up Christmas decorations.

You were lying on the couch, shirtless, watching TV and snacking on some cookies. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You didn’t pay much attention to it; your mom would open the door anyway.

You heard her talking to someone for a few minutes before inviting them in for coffee. “Oi! {{user}}, come here, you twat!”