Yall thought I'd upload sooner, huh? yALl tHoUGhT ! So everything so far been PG, but this is the last chapter of that so if any kids reading this: A fair warning this is not a fairytale, no pun intended, but forreal this story will touch on serious topic's and if yall really wanna look back in life and be like "Oh I was corrupted by this fanfiction when I was 10" go head, but don't come up in my reviews and pm's with all that. We clear? Good, now you can read.

"So, Blondie, where've you been for- how long was it?" Jay smirked at her. They had just barely managed to catch the 1 o'clock to Hartford. Jay was now sitting across from her, and Colette next to him.

"It's been a year and I've been with my grandma… mostly." She replied, thinking back on all that had happened. She wished she could tell him, but she knew that she'd just sound crazy.

"Ah, I'm surprised you lasted that long. What'd you do to get shipped back here, and without Daphne?" He watched her carefully. For how nonchalant the boy acted he paid incredible attention to detail: the way you crossed your arms, the slight quirk of your lips, if you keep eye contact or not- you best believe he'd notice. That was one of the incredible things about him. An admiral trait, Sabrina thought.

"Suspensions and threats of a lawsuit. Daphne's better behaved. They thought I wasn't in good care." She bit the last words out, shooting an icy stare at Colette.

The caseworker rolled her eyes: "Listen, kid, I'm just doing my job. Believe me, If I could be on a Tahitian beach getting my feet rubbed by a handsome resort employee then I would be, but sadly I have to work for a living. You'll understand it one day." She pulled out a book titled: Mafia Love. Sabrina guessed She, just like Smirt, loved the thrilling romance novel that could kill a camel with the over-done, sappy, cheesy love stories.

Speaking of Smirt, Sabrina thought. "Where did Ms. Smirt go?" She asked the boy. They had shared the same caseworker. The infamous- child hating -Ms. Smirt. In fact, this wasn't the first home she had been in with the boy.

The Ross's were the first family they had stayed with together. Recalling it made her nose crinkle. She, Daphne and Jay were responsible for washing the dirty socks and underwear of the Ross's own two entitled and obnoxious children. Her hands smelled like moldy cotton for weeks after they escaped.

"The old hag got fired after she came back from trying to get… you." He narrowed his eyes, "Wait, did you have something to do with that?"

"Nope." Sabrina hated to lie, but once again answering truthfully was out of the question. "Why'd she get fired?" She quickly covered.

He leaned his head on his fist and eyed her suspiciously: "She kept on saying she was attacked by a flying boy and a rhino- or something like that. Everyone thought she'd lost it and next thing you know she's in the Octagon*."

Sabrina couldn't help but smirk, Smirt had got what was coming to her. "Can't say

I'm too broken up about that." She deadpanned. She knew Daphne would be ecstatic to know her ingenious plan had worked. Puck would surely get a kick out of it, too.

"How's life been treating you?" She asked, effectively changing the subject.

"Been in and out of homes. Mostly group homes now, though." He said completely expressionless and toneless. She would be lying if she said didn't admire the boy's hard demeanor. Still, Sabrina had been in her fair share of foster homes, and she knew first hand just how hard it was, especially when alone. Guess they were in the same boat now.

He answered the rest of her questions in the same kurt response. Neither of them liked talking about their feelings, so she couldn't blame him for not wanting to talk. The rest of the three hour ride went mostly without talking. Sabrina fell back into her worry as she watched the rolling hills and dead trees pass by in a blur.

Thoughts of Daphne and her parents occupied her thoughts until a hand was stuck in her face. She looked up to see Jay offering to help her up, she took it. She had no ill will towards the kid, and it'd be in her best interest to score in the good books for at least one person. This time around she had no one. Maybe, just maybe, her and Jay could become friends.

Jay and Sabrina pulled their small suitcases out from under their seats and shuffled out onto the platform. "Alright, we have to catch a bus to Hartford… and it leaves in ten minutes." Colette scowled. Sabrina couldn't help but roll her eyes into the back of her head. Colette was worse at planning than Mrs. Smirt. The three started what seemed to be a mad dash to get to the greyhound station that was five blocks down and a block to the right. Colette clearly thought running the six blocks was faster than waiting for the shuttle.

She was sure the woman had broken the world record time for a short distance sprint in high heels. Even if Ms. Colette was a nasty woman Sabrina had to give her props for her determination. She also noticed she barely even broke a sweat; I guess all the training really did paid off, she thought with just a hint of pride.

They arrived just as the bus driver shut the doors. Colette looked like she was about to throw her heel through the window. The driver took the hint and let them on, albeit with a healthy amount of grumbling. All three collapsed into the last three chairs which were all in separate rows. Sabrina just so happened to have the luck of getting the seat next to an overweight man that had the distinct smell of rotten onions.

She looked around the bus to see if there were any other available seats, alas there was not. Jay caught her eye, and smirked in amusement at her unfortunate situation. She shot a glare right back at him, and finally slumped down in her chair in defeat.

The ride was another hour which bumped the ordeal to four hours in all. Once she got off the bus Sabrina sniffed herself to see if the onion smell stuck to her. By the face Jay made she feared it did. "Nah I'm just playing." He grinned. Sadrina scowled.

Ms. Colette smoothed down her pant-suit and took a deep breath. "Okay, now we take a short cab to Ms. Morris's house." She plastered a fake smile that left her makeup creased and caked. They caught a cab, and were across town by the time 6 o'clock rolled around.

The sun was already setting as they stood in front of a ranch style house that was run down and frankly looked as if it were built before the civil war. It was deathly cold outside. The winter air bit at Sabrina's nose causing her to pull up her scarf. Colette pushed the metal wire gate open, and the trio set off across the frozen lawn. Sabrina saw several piles of frozen dog poop. They were pretty big, too, which meant this lady had a big dog. That may cause problems down the road.

Sabrina did a close examination of the outside of the house: The windows were out-dated probably easy to get out of, but rather loud, The front door was slightly lopsided in the frame, it was a simple lock, too. Sabrina determined that it wouldn't be that hard to break out.

It took a while for Ms. Morris to come to the door after Ms. Colette knocked. The woman was all saggy skin and misplaced moles. To Sabrina she looked like a witch, in all honesty she wouldn't be surprised if the lady was. Sabrina suspected that everafters and humans alike could foster children.

Colette pushed both of the children inside. "Say hello to Ms. Morris kids." Colette gave another fake smile, and gave a hard squeeze to each child's shoulder. Neither one said a word. The old lady frowned with an expression more disgusted and hateful than Sabrina could have imagined. Sabrina's stomach dropped, so she was one of those foster parents.

*An old- out of commission- insane asylum in Roosevelt Island, New York City