My new oneshot series! This will also feature the P.O.V of the families. Don't worry, I swear I'll make it interesting. Enjoy!

-Estelle

Change ( Mrs. Sloane-Kinkaid's POV)

Sometimes it all seems surreal to me. It seems like these past 6 years happened in a flash. And even though David's death was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, see all the good that comes from it.

Cassidy.

She is the one person that has changed so much that it isn't even funny. She's still the feisty, hot-tempered, sports-loving girl. But there has been a lot of... change.

Her personality? Softer. Her look? Prettier, beautiful even, without even trying. Her schedule? Includes homework. Her life? Includes friends and boys. Or just boy. In singular.

"I'm home!" came a shout, followed by laughter and too many footsteps to be one person.

Cassidy comes into view, and with her are Megan, Emma, Becca and Jess, "And so are they." she gestured to them.

They've become like family to us. Them, their families and us have become a huge family. I knew this book club would turn out to be a wonderful idea.

"Hi, girls. How was school?" I ask, smiling. A chorus of 'good's and 'fine's reached my ears, "How was Colonial?" I ask Jess specifically.

She grins, "I can't believe I ever hated it!" she exclaimed.

I look at her. Back when she was in 6th grade, such an exclamation coming out of her mouth would have been a miracle. Now it wasn't. She had changed. For the better.

"Come on, let's go up, and start our work. We can't waste time." Becca said to them. Then a rather sheepish look settled on her face, "Sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's OK." I cut her off, smiling, "Go ahead and finish fast, then do whatever you wanted to do. I'll be in the kitchen."

The footsteps pattered up the stairs. Would Becca have apologized, or even realized her mistake, 5 years ago? No, I don't think so. Change.

Emma has so much more confidence now, I suddenly think, as I hear Emma say to Becca, "It's wrong, Bec. I know this better than you do."

"Becca, listen to Emma for once." Megan said tiredly. Megan had changed, and learnt to be the leader.

Half an hour later, the girls come down.

"Mom, we're going!" Cassidy calls.

"Where?" I call back, remembering (slightly regretfully) the time where I had to be the one to take her anywhere. But she had grown ant times had... changed.

"Em and I-the rink, Megan and Becca, the mall, Jess, back to Colonial to go somewhere with Adele, Frankie and Savannah."

"Alright."

Cassidy's phone rings, and she fishes it out of the pocket of her jeans, "Hello? Oh, hey Tristan. No, I'm going to the rin- hey, isn't it, like, 1:00 in the morning for you?"

Her friends and I stare at her as she rolls her eyes, "You got bored," she sighed, "Ok, I'll call you back in an hour. Will you be awake?"

She then laughed and said, "Yeah. OK. You better come visit soon." I hear the phone buzz with Tristan's voice, but I can't make out anything.

"I know." Cassidy says simply into the phone, "I miss you, too."

She switches off the phone and turns to leave.

"Cass!" I call. She turns. I look at her, "I'm so proud of you. All."

She laughs and leaves, as Megan say, "Oh, and Simon says hi to you all."

I sigh contentedly. I wouldn't have wanted life to turn out any other way. I hear Chloe's wail. She's awake. The wails stop quite quickly and I remember that Stanley's in the room with her.

The phone rings. It's mine this time. The caller ID says Courtney's name.

Memories flash through my mind and I think of all the good things that had happened over these few years. How the good outnumbered the bad. How there was hardly any bad, just the accident. How everything had become almost better.

Change.