Jacob idly twirled a pen between his fingers as he walked through the house.  He *had* that word on the tip of his tongue, but it just wasn't popping free from his mind.  Jacob was writing a short little horror piece for school and he wanted it to be good.  He was confident enough that Mrs. Sperling wouldn't give him less than a B for it, but he wanted the short story to sing.  Jacob sighed, he was thinking through this too hard.  Perhaps a raid in the fridge for some sweet tea would do the trick.<br/><br/>As he passed by the windows looking out into the front yard, Jacob passed by without a second glance before backing up.  Drumming the pen against the windowsill he looked out.  There was a woman in business casual walking alongside a blond-haired girl up the front walkway.  Jacob wondered who they were for a moment before he recalled.  Mom and Dad had made a big fuss about getting the house ready for a foster kid to be living with them.  Dad in particular seemed excited, but Jacob supposed that Dad was always excited about one thing or another.<em>That's what makes him Dad...</em><br/><br/>Looking at the girl, Jacob sized her up.  Not a bad looker...and not exactly a kid either.  Jacob wondered if she would be interested in their family's activities.  Certainly, she would be up Alex's and Mike's alley.  Of course, Dad and Mom would want to know that...Kayla, Jacob recalled had finally arrived.  "MOM?  DAD?  THAT SOCIAL WORKER AND KAYLA'S HERE!"  However he didn't hear either of them and he was eager to meet the new addition so instead of waiting for his parents to arrive, Jacob opened the door with a broad smile on his face speaking first to the social worker.  "Hello, Mom and Dad will be out in just a few minutes."  Then Jacob turned to look at the girl, "You must be Kayla, right?  I'm Jacob."  He stuck his hand out for her to shake.<br/>