Disclaimer: As much as I hope and dream and pray, no I don't own Grey's anatomy or any of the characters; they unfortunately all belong to Shonda and company.

A/N This story is way AU it's about Callie and her struggles as a foster child as well as her growing as a person. It's set in the high school age, mostly about 16 years old. This will most definitely include some other GA characters as well. **side-note: if the character is a foster child (George and Callie) and has a name you recognize from GA then they DO NOT take the last name of their foster parents.

It had started at the age of eight. I thought nothing of the constant moving from house to house, all of my belongings fitting in a single worn, black garbage bag. This was the typical life of a foster child, no one truly wanted to care for these children. I was one of them. The only people who had loved me unconditionally were my biological mother who had died just about eight years ago, and my brother who had since joined the Marines. What I didn't know was that the next family I met would last a lifetime.

My foster mother Natalie was always supportive of me and the decisions I made. She always stressed the importance of me telling her everything about me and any problems that I wanted or needed to talk about. At first I didn't take her seriously at all. I eventually became closer to her and telling her things about school and about my life before I met the Warrens. Michael, on the other hand, was a strict businessman. He liked things done correctly and precisely. He rarely showed emotion for anything other than his beautiful wife. He wasn't quite as sensitive or caring as Natalie was but he did plenty of things to take care of me. He hadn't ever invited me to share my life story with him but I wouldn't have talked with him much anyway.

I was alone. Today was the fourth day of the fourth month of the year. I sat at the dining room table eating my TV dinner. It wasn't a surprise to me that my foster parents were once again, at work late tonight. A lot of my days while staying with the Warren's were exactly as this one was. I called them by their first names', Natalie and Michael, I hadn't ever given them the respect of calling them mom and dad. After my eight years staying with the Warren's in Boston, I often thought about calling them mom and dad, but never found the right time to bring that up. In my mind this would end up my life for the next two years until I was legally an adult.

Natalie and Michael gave me a good life. I got everything I needed, food, clothes, and very good education. They had sent me to go to a co-ed private school called High Tower Prep. I had excelled at everything I tried my best at, everything that is except making friends. I had but one friend. His name was George. George had just as many friends as I did, one. We had met on my first day of school so many years ago, since that day we had been almost inseparable. George was in the same situation as I, a foster child now in a more permanent home. This is what brought us so close together. If any other student had looked at the pair of us, remarks would be made of how adorable we were, and of they'll be boyfriend and girlfriend until the end of time. This in fact was the case. We always had insisted that nothing romantic had ever happened between us. We knew how to cover up our tracks very carefully. Both of our foster parents were rarely at their respective houses, sneaking around was unnecessary. After school we had nearly eight hours before any parent showed up. We truly were innocent teenagers; the only thing that happened between us was a kiss or two and some hand holding. I soon realized that I loved this boy more than anything or anyone I had ever loved before. It was a new feeling for me but I liked it, I couldn't get enough of it.

It was nearing nine forty five when we decided the night's activities had to end. George had been on his way out of the Warren household with me hot on his heels. As he was reaching for the door handle I whispered to him. "Tomorrow will hold something new for us." I then kissed him on the cheek and then he left. I had already been forming a plan inside my head as soon as the front door was again closed. I loved him and wanted to find out if he reciprocated the feelings. Tomorrow I decided that we would take the next step in our relationship, find a reason to get him into my bed. Tomorrow would be the first night of my life. I had since returned to the kitchen to make myself a little snack before finishing my homework and heading off to sleep. I soon heard keys turning in the brass door handle. I immediately knew it was Natalie, she always arrived home first. As my foster mother walked into the foyer and called out to me in an inquisitive tone. "Callie dear, are you upstairs?" I replied with a drawn out, "No Natalie, I'm in the kitchen." I soon found myself amidst small company now and was brought out of my thoughts. All was quiet for a few moments, when finally Natalie spoke up again. She had asked how my day had gone, and I answered in a positive note. It was I who brought up the point of having to finish my remaining homework for the following day of school classes.