"Temperance, we're here."

15 year old Temperance Brennan looked up from her anatomy textbook to glance at the woman speaking to her. The young girl nodded silently to the case worker and folded the corner of the page she was reading before closing the book and reaching over to unlock the car door. She quickly got out of the car, her bright blue eyes scanning her surroundings. Looking ahead, she took in the large house in front of her. The house had white siding with a blue door and window shutters, and there were bright flowers planted all around.

Not too bad I suppose, Tempe thought, taking a deep breath.

She sighed quietly and walked around to the back of the car to collect her things. Opening the trunk, Temperance pulled out a large garbage bag full of her clothes and personal items and closing the trunk once again. Stepping up to the house, Temperance waved to her case worker, and watched her drive off. Tempe turned to face the door, taking in another deep breath.

Here we go, She thought, knocking on the door and taking a step back.

After only a few seconds, the door swung open, revealing a smiling woman with wavy brown hair who appeared to be in her mid thirties.

"Hello! You must be Temperance! Come in, come in!" The woman said excitedly, swinging the door open further to allow the teenager access to the house.

Tempe nodded her thanks to the woman and apprehensively stepped inside the building.

"So my name is Amanda Brown, and my husband is George Brown. He's not here right now, but he'll be back around 5 or so for dinner." The woman told her.

"Great," Temperance replied, offering up a small smile. "I'm Temperance Brennan. But I suppose you already knew that." She said, tilting her head to the side.

Amanda laughed, nodding her head. This girl was weird. Really sweet, but definitely weird.

"So I've enrolled you in school at Kings High. You're a freshman right?" Amanda asked her, making sure she put down the right grade on her enrollment papers.

Temperance shook her head.

"No, I'm a senior."

Amanda gaped at her.

"What!? I thought you were 15!"

"I am." Tempe told her. "I skipped a few grades."

Amanda stood staring wide eyed at the girl.

"Just how smart ARE you, kid?"

"I'm quite brilliant. I found school to be of little challenge back in Arizona. Hopefully I will find some of the work a bit more challenging here in Philidelphia?" Temperance asked hopefully.

Her new foster mother laughed incredulously.

"Well I guess we'll just have to wait and see, huh?"

Temperance nodded agreeably.

"Is there a place I can put my things?" She inquired, holding up the garbage bag she was still holding.

"Oh yes, of course, of course! Come along!" Amanda said, grabbing Temperance's hand and ushering her down a hallway to her right.

Reaching a heacy oak door, Amanda pulled it open and motioned for Temperance to enter. Looking around the room, the girl placed her bag by the queen sized bed and surveyed the room, mesmerized.

"Wow. This is great. Thanks Amanda." Tempe said, still looking around the large bedroom.

"Of course honey." Amanda said, waving her hand dismissively.

"Now. Let me have a look at you." She told the girl, grabbing her by the shoulders.

Temperance stood still, allowing the woman to look her up and down, feeling as if she were under close inspection.

She watched as Amanda's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Oh my God." She whispered.

Feeling uncomfortable, Temperance tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, looking down.

"Gorgeous." Amanda whispered.

Then out of nowhere, Amanda released Temperance's shoulders, spinning around and flailing her arms about wildly.

"Oh no no no this will not do!" She exclaimed.

"We can't have such a pretty girl dressed in rags!"

Temperance looked down at her black hoodie and faded jeans. Amanda however, didn't seem to notice.

"We," She stopped and smiled, "Are going shopping."