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(OK, just so you may get a new player in here (me), would a psychological disorder work? Then I could 'behave' well, but still fit into your story.)

(Well, my profile was sent. I hope you like it. Hopefully you have a few down stairs bedrooms, or my character will be in much trouble. Just tell me how to start now.)

Outside, you hear a car door close, then a sliding door open. Then the sound of metal clanking together can be heard and a sliding metal door closing.

(I presume someone looks outside at this point.) You see a van pulled into the driveway/yard and a person walking up to the house pushing a wheelchair. The kid in the chair has clipboards in his lap, seen as the caseworkers hands are full pushing the wheelchair.

(I figured this would work well.)

"Hello, you are Bryan, correct." The case worker says. "I have someone you should meet. His name is Wayne." She picks up the clip board from Kris's lap and hands it over to Bryan. "Here is his records. Could you please sign the bottom of the copy. That is to ensure that Wayne here made it here safely."

"I said it before, and I will say it again, call me Kris." Kris says to the case worker. She just seems to ignore him at this point, sounds like it was an argument from a while back.

"I can get myself inside, thank you though." Kris says, glad to be away from the caseworker. A smile appears on his face, for once someone isn't just helping him out, and letting him try on his own. He tries to roll the wheels of the chair, but he gets stuck on the bump where the door is unable to get over it on his own.

Kris backs up and tries again, seen as now he can. The case worker leaves, starting the engine to the van and driving off, her responsibility taken care of.

Kris now has enough momentum to get over the small bump and he is now inside.

"I think I will take it easy today, see what you guys do around here. I like eggs. Can I get mine scrambled?" You now notice the bags of stuff on the back of Kris's chair. There is only two bags, one small bag, and a slightly larger one. The small bag seems to be flat and doesn't seem to contain much in it.

"I get a bottom floor room? Nice!" Kris has a large smile on his face. He opens the door and rolls on in. Looking the place over, he quickly reaches around his chair and grabs the two bags, one he tosses onto the bed, and the smaller one he keeps in his lap.

Bryan smiled as his enthusiasm. "Well, it's an old house...we don't have an elevator. Ready for breakfast? Amberie should have it ready by now...and Mom should be downstairs as well..." He walked out of the roomand waited for Kris to join him before he would head down the hall to the kitchen.



Amberie finished the pancakes and baccon, setting the on seperate plates on the table before fixing the eggs which only took a minute or two. She set jugs of milk and orange juice on the table. "Morning Ms Margaret!" She chirped happily as the woman walked in.

"Good morning Ahmi. It smells good...No suryp?" she asked as she looked the table over. "No matter. You sit. I'll get the condiments." Margaret patted Ahmi's shoulder as she walked by, smiling at the sight of the full breakfast and her eggs already at her seat. "Bryan hurry up! Food's getting cold!"