Kayla smiled warmly at her new "mom". Mom. Something Kayla never bad her whole life, a mom and dad. Sure there were many families that tried to come close and include her in everything, but deep down she knew she was the outsider. Every family had their own special bonds with their own children, private jokes, favorite family outings, special holidays and traditions. As much as some families tried to include her the best they could, there was always something that set Kayla apart from the biological children of each family. Sure some parents tried their hardest to make her feel like one of the family, but in the end, she was still the odd one out.<br/><br/>And here was Mrs. Stevenson trying to do the same thing, make Kayla feel like she was part of the family, like this was her home. Truth was neither thing was true. It would be the same old story, try to make the orphan feel like she fits in, like she's one of them when she's not. See families have a history together, the only history Kayla had was that she was given up as a baby and never knew her parents, period. None of the other families mattered now, they were all distant memories of the past. So as much as she tried to convince Kayla that this was she family and her home, Kayla knew better.<br/><br/>"Ok, Mrs. Steve- I mean mom," she softly agreed to her new 'mom'. Kayla went out to the lavishly decorated table and sat where she was shone to be. Everything was so grand. When she looked up and saw the sisters, she shuddered, the one was coming to dinner in just a bra, hardly appropriate for dinner attire, but perhaps that's how thugs were in this house. This girl was probably the one that pushed the parents buttons all the time. She'd probably also be the one to get under Kayla's skin a lot also. But Kayla would wait and find out, if there was one lesson she learned over the years it was to not judge someone so quickly, to give everyone a chance  in her life.<br/><br/>She could see all eyes were on her as they sat, probably having a million questions about her and her life. As she got older the questions always came from each family in a different manner. "Tell me about yourself, what do you like, do you have hobbies, must be terrible to be an orphan, will you look for your parents?" Those were usually the standard ones she got, and she was sure to get those and a bunch more from her new foster family.<br/><br/>"So what do you want to know?"