Scott leaned back in his chair. I'm not doing this crap. If they kick me out, then I'll just be shipped off to another foster home. I'm used to it anyways. He watched the other people around the room, observing them, and speculating their strengths and weaknesses. He made his pointer finger and middle finger into a 'V', put it up to his mouth, and acted like he was smoking. He laughed quite loudly, and clapped his hand over his mouth. So much for going unnoticed while I'm here. He continued to work, glancing around the room.