(Aiden)  

     Aiden's blue eyes lock onto an old, Victorian mansion looming over him. His foster family is in the background nearby slowly unpacking bags and boxes from the van's trunk next to his left. He blinks, an icy breeze blowing his blonde bangs in front of his bright, blue pupils. He's rather tall with a lanky build. His pale skin glows in the sunlight like a porcelain doll, black smeared around his eye sockets from sleep deprivation. A light green hoodie with army dog tags, gray ripped skinny jeans, and black vans make up his outfit. 
    A shiver automatically goes down his spine as an odd feeling settles into his heart. Something rubs against his ankle, making him look down. He softly smiles at Midnight, his black cat. She tilts her head to the side and meows loudly. Suddenly, someone shoves his left shoulder roughly. He stumbles slightly to the side while his feet get caught on each other. 

     He clenches his jaw as he collides with the grassy ground. Pain circulates through his lower half, his eyes narrowing. He lifts up his chin while pushing himself to his feet. 
     "What's your problem, Max?" He asks, locking eyes with one of his foster brothers. Max is a bit taller than Aiden with an average build. His ginger hair is spiky, his green eyes flashing. He laughs loudly like a cackling hyena and tosses his backpack over one shoulder. He quickly walks away, heading for the house. Something else hits Aiden yet again, making him stumble over his feet clumsily. He quickly catches himself as a backpack hits him in the chest. He clenches his jaw, grabbing it by one of the straps. He looks at his second foster brother with hate. 
     "Great. Up to your sibling's little game too?" The boy snickers in response while popping his neck. 
    "Wanna finish that round you started earlier, John?" John is the same height as his brother with an average build. His strawberry blonde hair is a curly mess, his brown eyes flickering with annoyance. Aiden gently drops the backpack, walking up to the other boy. 
     "It won't be much of a fight. What can a freak like you do anyway?" John replies and quickly throws a punch. 

    Aiden gracefully moves to the side, grabbing John's arm and bending it backwards. He smirks lightly, the other boy squirming in his grip. John quickly kicks in a random direction, hitting his opponent in the stomach. Aiden's grip loosens as pain circulates throughout his body. John pushes his foster sibling to the ground, attempting to stomp in his head. Aiden rolls to the side while sweeping John's legs. He pushes himself up and grabs the other boy by the collar of his shirt. 
    Suddenly, Max grabs Aiden under his arms and drags him away. He struggles against his attackers, before being twirled around. Max quickly grabs the back of Aiden's head and slams his skull onto his knee. He hits the ground roughly, pain overwhelming his senses. Aiden looks up as he pops his nose back in place. He frowns, blood leaking down his chin. He quickly wipes it away with his sleeve and spits out some more blood onto the ground.

     "What's going on over here, boys?" A loud female voice suddenly breaks the tension. The boys look to their left to see Miss Meyers glaring at them. She's rather tall with an hourglass frame. Her ginger locks are pulled back in a ponytail, her blue eyes narrowed. Max grins widely as he grabs Aiden's arm and pulls him to his feet. He quickly puts the other boy in a light headlock, pressing his knuckles roughly against Aiden's head. 
     "Just rough housing, mom. Isn't that right, Aiden?" He asks while digging his elbow painfully in the other boy's neck. Aiden swallows what's left of his courage and reluctantly mumbles something in agreement. 
     "I need to talk to you, Aiden," she states as Max lets go of him and walks away. She gently takes Aiden's hand and picks up his bag. She hands it to him while leading him to the house. 
    "I want you to watch the house and your...