The next week was spent packing and preparing to leave, visiting with my new parents or telling all of my foster siblings about them whenever they asked. I never just told people. I know how tough this life can be and I didn't want to make anyone feel bad so I only told people who asked me about it. Which ended up being everyone. Even Jackson.

"Hey, sexy," I heard Jackson's voice as my back was turned to the door while I packed some of my clothes. I sighed audibly.

"Hey, come on! Take it easy on me, tiger," Jackson joked. I stood up to face him and raised an eyebrow. "Ok ok. I came to wish you farewell. I know you're leaving tomorrow. And I wanted to apologize for hitting on you," Jackson said as he rubbed his neck and looked away sheepishly.

"Oh, whatever. Come here," I remarked as I motioned for a hug.

Jackson's face lit up but looked a bit surprised that I'm actually offering him a hug.

"You're definitely not my favourite but I'm going to miss you as much as the next person," I joked as he made his way over.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and picked me up. After he set me down, Jackson offered to help me pack so I accepted his offer. I knew better than to give him my toiletries or undergarments, so I told him to work on my shirts and bottoms. I showed him how I wanted my shirts, dresses, pants, shorts, and skirts folded and left him to it. I grabbed a pair red denim shorts, a black v-neck, and black converse with a black bra and panty set. I set it on my bed and I finished packing my undergarments and toiletries. Then I helped Jackson with what little was left of my clothes. I really didn't have that much. Most of the stuff that was "mine" I had actually borrowed and forgotten to return it.

Finally, we finished everything. I thanked Jackson and hugged him again before he left. I crawled into bed, excited for the day to come. I wasn't expecting to be able to sleep, but somehow I managed to sleep. Soundly at that, and I even slept in more than I meant to. When I woke up, it was already 10:00.

"Holy crap!" I screamed as I jumped up and ran around frantically trying to figure out what to do. Shower, I thought. I grabbed my clothes that I had set out for today, my loofah and my toothbrush and ran to the bathroom. I borrowed someone else's toothpaste and body wash as I started to furiously shower. I scrubbed my teeth too fast and made my gums bleed, I rubbed my skin raw, and I scratched my head trying to wash it. I rinsed off and wrapped up in a towel. I stepped out of the shower and wiped off the mirror. I went to look at my gums because they hurt and I noticed something weird. My canines looked a little longer on the top and bottom. It's probably just my imagination, I convinced myself. I brushed my hair back with my hand and scratched my head again and not in a good way. I pulled my hand away and looked at it. My nails looked longer too. I checked my other hands. They were of equal length, but they were definitely longer. Not my imagination, I thought to myself. I pulled on my clothes and ran back to my room. I borrowed a hairbrush from one of the other girls and un-matted my wet hair. I threw it up into a ponytail and got ready to go downstairs. I look around for my suitcase and bag but couldn't find it. I ran downstairs to ask Ms. Jean and was met with a surprise.

"HEY MS. JEAN? DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY BAGS ARE-" I trailed off when I saw all twenty seven of the group home's occupants waiting for me at the door. My bags waited for me at the door with Ms. Jean. I started crying before I even started hugging anyone. I ran down and hugged one personal after another until I finally got to Jackson and Ms. Jean. "I'm gonna miss all you guys. I'll come back to visit," I promised them as I hugged them both. I heard a car horn beep as Ms. Jean opened the door. I went to grab a bag but Jackson beat me to it. He walked me out and put the bags in the trunk. He hugged me one more time.

"Lucky bitch. You get a Lamborghini," he whispered in my ear.

"I wasn't joking when I said they were loaded. The house makes the car look like a toy," I responded. He just nodded and kissed my head.

"See ya sis," Jackson opened the car door for me as I got in. I waved back and faced my parents.

"You ready, hun?" Tara asked. I nodded and rolled my window down to wave at everyone who came outside. The car pulled out of the driveway. Time to start my new life.