A/N: I'll give you three guesses....dang!!! You guys are good. You got it on the first guess! It's more flashback. I really hope I'm not bugging anyone by this...not that I'd be able to change it if I was. So...sorry if I"m bugging you with all the flashback. And from now on I"m not gonna say it. If it's italicized it's flashback, unless I tell you different.

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Miss Alanna gave me a look.

"You are to stay here. I'll get the door. You said you have everything you need?"

"Yes," I replied nervously. "And I've already said good-bye to everyone I needed to." That hadn't taken very long.

"Good. Just stay here, and I'll bring them back after I have a word with them," she instructed me.

Once she left the room, I snuck out behind her. I waned to know what she say to them, especially if it was about me. If she said something bad about me, I needed to know what it was so that I could prove her wrong. I hid around the corner, and it was an absolutely perfect hiding space. I could clearly hear and see Miss Alanna and the doorway, but I was hidden from their view.

"Hello. It's nice to see you again Mr and Mrs. Vandertramp. How have you been lately? Have things been going well?" Miss Alanna asked. It made me want to gag how she was practically falling all over herself to "make them feel comfortable" because they looked like they had money.

She had put on her 'you-might-be-giving-me-money,-so-I'll-be-very-nice-to-you' face. I had once heard her assistant telling one of the older children that she did this with all families she thought were "loaded". These people definitely looked like they fit that description. Their nice looking clothes seemed to be a sure sign that they were very wealthy.

I thought it was just extremely unfair. Some of the nice people who came ere didn't have a lot of money, and Miss Alanna didn't bother to be nice to them at all. These were the type of parents you would want, and sometimes Miss Alanna was so rude to them that they left without even meeting any of us.

In any case, I wouldn't be coming back here to worry about things like that anymore. I knew that I wouldn't misbehave with these new parents. I wouldn't do anything at all to make them want to send me back. I knew their home would be wonderful, and I couldn't wait to see it.

I refocused on the conversation going on in front of me.

"We're doing very well, thank you. Is Isabella ready? We'd like to get her settled in as soon as possible," the woman replied.

"Of course. And just to review, she's all yours unless for some reason we find the house unsuitable-not that I think we would. Find your house unsuitable that is. I mean, I'm sure it's a lovely house and-"

The woman cut her off with a smile that I thought looked kinda fake.

"No worries, we're not offended. Please continue."

"Right," Miss Alanna said, a little flustered now. "As I was saying, the other option is that you two change your mind about her. In that case, tell us and give us a few days to prepare for her return. Unless it's an emergency of course. In that case you can just drop her off. We'll find a wat to accomodate her I suppose."

It made me want to laugh. She was practically begging them to like her and give her money. I wish she was that nice to everyone. It might even end up making her MORE money! But I knew that wasn't about to happen anytime soon.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about that, but thank you," Mrs. Vandertramp said.

It made me ecstatic to know tat she wasn't thinking about changing her mind. It also gave me hope that I would have a happy life from now on, and a long stay at the Vandertramp household.

The three adults began walking back towards the office where I was supposed to be waiting, and I ran quietly back before they rounded the corner. When they walked in, I stood up. At a look from Miss Alanna, I greeted the couple politely.

"Hello. It's wonderful to see you again!"

" It's nice to see you again too sweetie. Are you ready to come home?"

I had an odd feeling when she called me sweetie. It seemed like she was forcing the sentiment.

But I needed to stop thinking like this. These people could eventually adopt me, and I couldn't be picking apart their every move like I was. I wasn't going to be trying to pick out their faults, because I knew no one was perfect. Maybe she just wasn't used to children. That must be it! So I guess I won't be having any siblings, unless they adopt more in the future.

I wasn't sure how I would feel about that. I missed my Emmy, more than ever, but I loved having a big brother. I decided that if they were to adopt more children, I would ask them to adopt younger children. I would still be able to have a sibling, but I wouldn't be reminded of Emmy all the time.

I realized I was supposed to be answering a question.

"Of course I am! I'm very excited to see your home," I said.

It wasn't a lie. Even with all the bad thoughts floating around in my head, and all the bad feelings I had been getting, I couldn't wait to go to a new home, and a new school, and meet new people.

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I took my bags out as they led me to the car. For the people they seemed to be, the car didn't look to me as if it fit them, and apparently it didn't seem to match to Miss Alanna either. It wasn't falling apart, and it wasn't a car that looked like it belonged to a homeless person. Still...it certainly didn't look like a rich person's car either. It didn't match their clothes either. I put it away in my head as just another thing that made me feel uneasy.

On the other hand, I didn't know them at all. Maybe the car fit their personalities. Maybe they weren't rich and snobby, and wanted to own something that was...normal. Some people have things you can't tell just from looking at them, and maybe this was their thing.

Once, there had been a girl at the orphanage named Kayla. She was around eleven years old, and she was very quiet and very shy. One day, we were all playing at the park on the swingset, and a little boy took Kayla's swing. She completely exploded, pushed the boy off the swing, and started screaming at him.

The rest of us stood by, watching with jaws dropped and eyes wide. She had never fought with anyone, and she had never ever raised her voice in front of any of us. Apparently even she had a button that you couldn't push. It opened my eyes to the fact that not everyone was as they seemed, and that sometimes the smallest thing could set someone off.

What I didn't know then was that these lessons would prove to be a very important help in the time to come with the Vandertramps. (A/N: Was that some serious foreshadowing or what?)

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The car was quiet and tense on the way home. I had never been in this situation before, and I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to be saying. Apparently, the adults in the car shared the sentiment.

They had made a few awkward attempts at small talk, but after a short answer we all fell back into silence. Finally ,after about an hour and a half of driving we reached the house.

If I hadn't been thinking about being polite, my jaw would have dropped. As it was, I stared with huge eyes at the last thing I would have expected.

Just as I looked back to the adults, Mr. Vandertramp turned around in his seat to look at me.

"Welcome home," he said.

The only thought I bhad was a very simple one:

Well....it definitely fits the car.

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A/N: Okay so...obviously not worth the long wait, because I'm really not that great of a writer and I don't know how many months it's been since I updated. But I'm here! And here's another horribly short chapter that will look even shorter when I post it...

I'm really really sorry about what I keep doing to you guys, and thanks to those who keep reviewing and reading! If only I had a little more....I'm at the very end of a page!!!