The next day was much easier for Nuala to sit up and move around. She even managed to get up to use the washroom and got changed into a pair of clothes she found in the bag pack next to her chair.
She took a moment to herself and look at herself in the mirror. Her pale gray cotton shirt was loose against her petite frame and Nuala wondered if she was always this skinny. She knew that if you were to lift up her shirt she would for sure be able to see her ribs. Hell, she could feel then right now.
Small ridges tight against her skin. To her she was like a walking talking skeleton that had skin.
She removed her hand from her ribs and let them loosely hang at her sides before picking up the bag pack next to the sink and slung it over her shoulder. There wasn't much in it, making it light and easy to carry.
When she exited the washroom she saw Doctor Milline waiting for her.
He smiled and waved her over. "Mr and Mrs Andrews are here now."
A wave of nausea washed over her as she heard the name of her new foster parents.
Over the last month children's aid had been looking for a couple willing to take her in until they found her home. Nuala was nervous about it. She didn't know how she'd feel about living with people she didn't know, but at this point, she didn't think had much of a choice.
Nuala nodded and took a deep breath, readying herself for the meeting of her temporary parents.
She followed Doctor Milline out the door, down the hall and took a left until they were finally in the hospital lobby. Doctor Milline led her to a couple that stood smiling at her.
The woman was a small plump lady with round rosy cheeks and a cheeky smile that spread all the way to her lovely blue eyes. He had long brown hair past her shoulders with light brown highlights.
The man holding her hand was much taller than her by at least an entire foot. His light blond hair contrasted with his tan complexion. His dark brown eyes looked at her with genuine excitement as she walked towards them.
The woman smiled at her."Hello Nala is it?"
Nuala sent her a polite smile back. "Nuala," she corrected. She had to admit, she really loved her name. It was so unique and held a slight mystery behind it. "It's very nice to meet you Mrs Andrews. Thanks again for letting me stay with you. I hope I'm not too much of a burden."
"Oh don't mention it Nuala," This time she pronounced her name right with a waving hand. "And not at all, we've got seven others at home."
Nuala nearly choked on air. "Eight?"
'Damn either they've got more foster kids, or they need a hobby.' Nuala mused in her mind.
"Ah yes, we have other foster children." Mr Andrews explained.
She nodded in understanding before standing awkwardly silent. She didn't know what else to say and they seemed to notice that as well.
"I'll go sign you out, them we'll get going." Mr Andrews let go of his wife's hand and turned to walk away.
She was yet again left awkwardly smiling at Mrs Andrews.
Not too long after he came back. "Okay, let's get to the car."
They walked out and maneuvered around the parking lot, Nuala following close behind the couple.
When they reached the car they all climbed in. Nuala awkwardly climbing into the backseat. She was very nervous to be living with seven other people. People she had never met in her life. She wouldn't know if she'd like them, or if they would like her for that matter.
"We're enrolling you into a near by school tomorrow." Mrs Andrews told Nuala. "I'll have one of the kids show you to your bus stop and maybe even around the school."
Nuala inwardly sighed. Not only did she have to worry about the other foster kids, not she had school to worry about.
Soon they were parked outside of a large house. It has two garages and from what she could see from the outside, about 3, maybe 4 floors.
'So they're rich.' Nuala put two and two together and just assumed so. When she got out of the car she got a better look at it, admiring the perfectly green grass and large window that was next to the front door. The curtains were slightly opened and it look like the kitchen.
She followed them up the cement stairs.
When she entered the house her eyes roamed the place trying to take in every detail.
From the large stairs placed in front of her to the kitchen on her left and the beautiful living room to her right.
"Your room is upstairs, follow me." Mrs. Andrew said as she began going up the stairs.
Nuala hiked the bag farther up her shoulder and walked close behind Mrs. Andrews.
"Well actually you're going to have to share a room with one of the girls," Mrs Andrews explained. "your room is currently being painted right now, but as soon as it's done you can move into that one."
Nuala nodded in understanding and entered the room that Ms Andrews pointed to, her nerves at unreal levels as she got ready to meet her temporary roommate.
They walked in to see a petite girl sitting on a bed with books and papers scattered all around her. Her straight dirty blond her fell down her back and past her shoulders, slight covering her face, but it came into full view when she turned to look at Nuala and Mrs. Andrews. Her dark brown eyes lit up and she grinned.
"Nuala, this Audrey," Mrs. Andrews gestured to the girl before motioning to Nuala. "and Audrey, this is Nuala, your roommate for the next few days."
"Hi Nuala, it's very nice to meet you." Audrey got up from the bed and walked towards Nuala with her hand extended. Nuala shook it.
"Like wise." Nuala replied.
Mrs. Andrews clapped her hands together. "Okay, now that you've met, Audrey would you be okay showing Nuala around the school tomorrow on her first day?"
"Yeah it's not problem with me, I'd love to."
Mrs Andrews smiled and thanked her before leaving the room.
Audrey walked back to her bed. "You can put your stuff anywhere you want and make yourself at home."
Nuala didn't say anything as she walked around the bed and placed her backpack next to the little night stand next to it. She sat on the bed and glanced around the room in curiosity, hoping that she could figure out what kind of person Audrey was based on her room.
It was a large room with a tv against the far wall across the room. Next to it was a big dresser with a lot of accessories and make up and just the basic stuff that you'd see in most teenage girls' rooms. However in between the tv and the dresser was a door that led somewhere that Nuala wasn't so sure of and on the other wall, the one next to the door, there was another door.
"What school did you go to before?" Audrey asked, getting Nuala's attention. "Or did you go to school before? A lot of the kids here didn't really go to school until they were taken in."
Nuala stared at her for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know."
Audrey raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I don't remember."
Audrey decided to just let it go and asked another question. "Play any sports?"
"I don't know that either."
Audrey sighed. "Okay what do you know about yourself?"
Nuala looked down at her hand feeling slightly vunerable and embarrassed. "All I know is my name at this point and that I'm sixteen years old."
She recalled reading other things in the file that she got at the hospital, like her blood type, height, and other basic things.
"Oh well then I guess we'll have to get you caught up on a lot of work." Audrey told her and motioned for her to come closer to her. Nuala hesitated slightly but did come closer. Audrey looked down and tapped her text book. "I'm assuming you don't know much about history at the moment so we'll start with that."
Nuala nodded and got ready to learn.
Which is exactly what they did that night. Audrey explained all about the things they'd learned so far. The different wars, treaties, and agreements and many more things and though at first she was having a hard time taking at all in, eventually she got it.
They were just about to move onto math when they were called down for dinner.
"We'll maybe work on math after dinner." Audrey told her while closing up all her books and placing them on the floor by her backpack.
They both got up and made their way downstair, Nuala yet again feeling nervous. Now she had to meet the rest of the kids and she was praying that they were as nice and normal as Audrey.