Title- Trying to Adjust

Chapter Title- Welcome to the Whitfield's

Chapter Number- 12

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

Reviewers-

QTpie4- Of course great minds think a like. Maybe Two-Bit visits her… maybe…

Tikagem- Glad to have you back. My mom did that to me once, and it was a tragedy

XAmberX- That's not my phone number… I said they were random numbers. Maybe it's the cell. (J/K)

Hahukum Konn- I think her home is nice. I couldn't bear to have Liz get hurt. (Child abuse is wrong! When I read about Johnny I had to cringe)

Eternal Dragon101- Was this quick enough? I had to rewrite the chapter because the old one was not quite right.

oOoRikku4EveroOo- Sorry about it being depressing

Note- Yeah, sorry it took so long. I would've had this up early but I had pit band. We're putting on 'My Fair Lady'

I closed my eyes and eventually I fell asleep. I think I did, at least, I must have. The man was shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked out the window. I didn't recognize this place. It was so far from home. Was I still in the same state?

I looked at the house that stood in front of me. It looked bigger than the one I had been living in. The man grabbed my hand and started to walk up to the door. I resisted a little, put he turned and looked at me. I started to go out of fear. He put my suit case in my other hand. He knocked on the door and a short, fat, woman came out. She was wearing a dark blue dress and her hair was in a bun.

"Hello," she said, smiling. She looked at the man and then down towards me.

"Hello, are you Mrs. Whitfield?" The man asked.

"Yes, yes I am. I guess you are Mr. Harrington with the foster child. Oh, wow, what a skinny little girl she is!" The woman exclaimed. I blushed and looked up at her. "We'll fix that," she said kindly. I smiled.

"What's your name?" She asked me.

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't happy about being here, but this lady, Mrs. Whitfield, seemed so nice. Finally, I decided I could at least tell her my name.

"Elizabeth Mathews," I told her, stressing the Mathews.

"Come on in, then. Oh, don't worry about your bags. I'll have Jim get them," she told me. I put down the suitcase the man, Mr. Harrington, had almost thrown at me. "Jim," she shouted into the house. A man came out and looked at her. "Please take Elizabeth's bags into the spare room." He grumbled, but picked up the suitcase and brought it inside. She took my hand and led me inside, Mr. Harrington followed.

I looked around the room. It was fairly large, but it looked crowded. All the furniture and stuff was pushed into a small section, leaving a bunch of empty floor. Mrs. Whitfield led the two of us into the kitchen where she told us to sit. She started to talk to Mr. Harrington.

"Jim and I are so happy to have a foster child. We can't have kids, you know. Would you like some milk dear? We always wanted a big family, but then, we found out that Jim has a little problem. So, we have this big house and nobody to live in it with us. Oh, yes, occasionally my parents, or the in-laws come in from Kentucky or Connecticut and spend the week end, but it's never exciting. Would you like a cookie dear?" She had already given me a glass of milk so I nodded and she handed me a warm chocolate chip cookie. "It's really boring. Jim works most of the time, and I work occasionally on the weekdays. I just want to put this house to use. And having a child around would be so thrilling."

"Mrs. Whitfield, you do understand that this may be only temporary?" Mr. Harrington asked.

"Oh yes, I know, but hopefully it works out. Elizabeth looks like such a pleasure."

"Yes, she is," he said. I could tell he was lying. Mrs. Whitfield came up behind me and started to play with my hair. I jerked my head away.

"No," I said sternly. I glared at her and she just looked at me, unmoved.

"Okay, then," she said, sounding surprised. "I'll have Jim show you to your room. Jim," she called again.

"What is it Terry?" He answered.

"Please show little Elizabeth to her room."

"Okay, dear," he said, coming into the kitchen. I got out of the chair and followed him down the hallway. He led me into a small room. In the middle of it was a bed that was almost the same size as my mommy's. There was a doll placed on the pillow. She looked brand new. At the edge of the bed were my suitcases. "I guess we should put your clothes into the closet," he told me. "Terry will just make us do it later," he said, smiling. He opened up my suit case. "Well, you don't have a lot of clothes. Terry will love to go shopping with you." I just nodded. Mommy used to take me shopping. I wanted to go home. "What's on your mind, oh, gosh, what did Terry say your name was, Elizabeth? What's on your mind, Elizabeth?"

"I wanna go home," I told him, looking at my feet. I tried to hold back the tears.

"Oh, dear, you can't go home yet," he told me. He tried to hug me. I started to cry and I pushed him away. I sat down in the middle of the floor and started to cry. "Oh boy," he muttered. "Terry, can you come here?" He called.

Terry and Mr. Harrington came in.

"Oh, my," Terry said softly. She walked over to me and placed her arms around me. I bit her arm and kicked at her. She backed away and I started to cry louder.

"I wanna go home! I want Two-Bit! I wanna go home!"

"Dear, this is your home for now," Terry tried to tell me.

"No," I shouted at her. I got up and ran out of the house. I went an area with a bunch of trees and sat at the trunk of one. "I just want my brother," I whispered to nobody. I wrapped my arms around my body and let the tears roll down my cheeks.

Okay, that was sort of sad. Just tell me what you think. I believe this story will have like four more chapters. Yeah, four seems alright.