Brooke glanced at her watch as she turned the corner and squealed tires onto their street, glad to see their van hadn't left yet, and slowing down.  Dad had repeatedly drilled it into her that she had to be home by six at the latest, so that they could all go out to dinner and get to know the new foster kid Mom and Dad were getting a little better.  She wasn't sure why they wanted someone new in the family, especially considering how their situation was, but she wasn't going to argue.  They would all just have to be more careful, that was all, at least until they could see how the new girl was going to take it.<br/><br/>She made it with barely five minutes to spare, wishing she had time to go inside and at least change, but knowing Dad probably wouldn't let her, not wanting to be late.  At least she didn't work at a job that required a lot of heavy lifting, and she decided she still looked all right enough.<br/><br/>She pushed open her car door, grabbing her purse out of the passenger seat before she closed and locked the door, hurrying to climb into the van and find a seat in front of Kayla, not wanting to crowd everyone else's space.  She'd wait to apologize for her near lateness until Dad was out in the car with them, wondering if he might make her pay for it later.<br/><br/>Pushing that train of thought from her mind, she turned around to give the new girl a friendly and welcoming smile.  "Hi Kayla, I'm Brooke, and I'm not usually cutting it this close to leaving times, but work was crazy today," she said, both as an introduction and a quick explanation to everyone else why she was so late.  "I'm really glad you're going to be staying with us, and I hope you're having a good day so far," she added, truly wanting she and Kayla to become friends, seeing the way Ashley was looking at the girl.  Brooke wasn't as jealous, hoping optimistically that there would still be plenty of attention for her, even with the new arrival.