Welcome to Your New Home Sweet Home (#Kyliejenner)

New kids can either be one of two ways; interesting things to understand, or an annoyance in the household. They were all nothing else for Ruthless, that was her take on them all. A decent kid has yet to walk through those doors. The majority are youngsters, that are newly fresh orphans; all they do is cry and wine about how they can't be a career. Some were careers before, and those are usually the tough ones. Others have been jumping from foster home to foster home, and they can be just as annoying as the cry babies.

"What's her name?" Ruthless questions, putting a dab of milk into her cereal; she hated when it got soggy.

"I don't know." The foster father sat at the table with a few other youngsters. He's a large man, and it's evident he was a career in his past. Now his days are filled with tormenting and training his foster kids, Ruthless being one of them.

"How old is she?" She takes a large spoonful into her mouth, not bothering to sit down at the table. Every time a new kid was on their way she went through the same routine. Every time holds the same results.

"I don't know, Ruthless." Mr. Foster's was growing angry, just as expected.

"Is she a career?" Ruthless couldn't help but laugh with her next question. How he still went along with this routine was beyond her, but it was still hilarious.

"Ruthless!" Usually by now Mr. Foster's storming across the kitchen and slapping her across the face, this time though. "Punch her Conner" He orders to one of the little boys sitting at the table. The small seven year old jumps from his seat, springs, and punches Ruthless in the stomach as hard as his tiny fist could.

There was no pain that follows, nearly a small impact. Just as quickly as Conner responded, Ruthless grabs a hold of the two small wrists. How odd that the size difference wasn't too off with Ruthless just being slightly larger. A few years now and all these rugrats will be larger then her. Great.

"Good job little buddy." Ruthless still compliments with a smile, though her grip is tight. "In no time you'll be as strong as Mr. Foster. Till then..." She releases the small wrists with a little bit of harsh force. "Squat!" She demands as the little boy trips back a little, but luckily doesn't fall all together. He runs back to sit next to Mr. Foster. "Wimp." Ruthless declares, shooting a look at him. A grin stays planted on his face, he must be finally catching that the pain was making her feel alive.

The doorbell rings, and gives Mr. Foster the perfect idea with an alternative punishment. "Welcome your foster sister." He demands with a growl. Everyone in the household knew better then to disobey him with that tone of voice, even Ruthless. She makes her way out of the kitchen to greet the new kid.

Finally someone Ruthless's age, and even tiny height, stands in front of her. "Greetings." She smiles widely, opening the door wider to allow the girl to come in. "What's ya name? And are you a career?" A small hint of laughter mixes in with her voice, as she leans against the open door. "Because you're going to have a real tough time here if you're not."