Well guys, the moment you have been awaiting is here! Its time for Elliot's POV! I'm really gonna try to make it the best I can because lots of you were really psyched for it when I said I'd have it in my authors note. Anyways, if you've been wanting to know what Elliot's thinking through these changes (and even if you're not) then here it is! This chapter will really reflect on how his past life was like.

Elliot's POV

Changes.

That was the main part of what was going on in my life right now. You'd probably think I was fine after my 'parents' died, since they weren't actually related to me. Wrong.

My adoptive parents had been with me for as long as I could remember. I didn't call them by their first names or 'Mr.' or 'Mrs.' They were mom and dad. Even if I told my real dad, Cory, that my parents didn't really care about me because I wasn't their real son, it was fake. I trusted them more than anyone and wasn't interested in my real parents at all.

Cory and Topanga, my biological parents who I now live with, seem really nice. I'm still not completely used to living with them, even though its been several months. To be honest, the only thing that's still awkward is calling them mom and dad. I've started to become close with them, but I don't want to let the last chapter of my life close. I still can't believe that the people I've called my parents for my whole life are gone.

I remember when I found out. They both traveled for business, so often I'd stay at my best friend Cameron's house for the weekend while they were away.

It was a phone call. My friend's mom just went right out and told me.

I tried not to cry.

"Its okay." I said. "I was adopted anyway."

A few days ago, I was introduced to my real grandparents.

They were nice. They really were. I was excited to meet them. Who wouldn't want another pair of grandparents? They're the people who take you out for ice cream and buy you anything you want without telling your parents.

I just felt awkward because I would never see my past set of grandparents again now that I was here.

My final goodbyes were the saddest.

I was with my grandpa. My grandma had died before I came to live with this family so I didn't know her, but that's not what matters.

This is how the conversation went.

"I'm gonna miss you, Elliot, m'boy."

"Grandpa, I don't get it, why can't I stay with you? I don't want to leave my life behind."

"Well Elliot, soon I'll be gone too, and I don't want you going through this again. You'll have a better life wherever you go. I'm too old to be able to give you the care you need. Who knows? Maybe someday we meet again. I just know that no matter where you end up, you're future's bright."

That's how I ended up leaving my grandpa, my best friend Cameron, and my first girlfriend, Georgia.

As soon as I came here I got a new love interest, well, sort of. My sister Riley's best friend Maya has a huge crush on me. She is really pretty, but I'm not sure if I like her. I have to admit, that at first I was sort of weirded out about how she crushed on me. However, upon learning about her tough past, I started to become more interested. Hers wasn't exactly like mine, but we did have things in common. However, dating my sisters' best friend? That was a no no.

My siblings, Riley and Auggie, are the best. I'm actually really comfortable with them. Before I didn't have any siblings, so its really refreshing to have someone to hang out with when I'm not at school or at a friends' house.

Maybe the reason I'm so comfortable with them is because I didn't have any before. It wouldn't be replacing anything in my past life.

I just noticed a tiny flaw with Riley. Her life has always been great. When mom and dad, Cory and Topanga, told us why they game me away, Riley reacted for me. She got upset and asked why'd they give me away for the sake of family. I could've gotten sad too. Maybe if they didn't give me away, I wouldn't have been through all these sad times, and be a regular boy living with his parents. However, I was just glad they were willing to care for me. Most people don't want to adopt a boy who's almost fifteen years old.

Now, all that's coming my way is regular change. Getting a little sibling. Moving- next door.

I wouldn't be lying if I said I really liked this new life. Was it bad to let go of the past? I'd feel guilty by doing that. Maybe all I had to do to fully enjoy this new life was to move on.

Was it just me, or was anyone else thinking of Sabrina Carpenter's "Middle Of Starting Over"? Oh well, never mind. Anyways, there wasn't much of a storyline this chapter, but I hoped you liked the glimpse into Elliot's mind. See ya!

-YY