A/N: I know it's been a while, but hey! *waves* Gosh, it feels weird writing for this fandom again. Like, REALLY REEEEAAALLLLLLLY weird. I can't even remember how long it's been. Anyhooz, I just want to apologize to my other readers who maybe loved my other fics over this one. I'm glad you enjoyed them and I'm thankful for all the wonderful feedback, but alas inspiration just wasn't coming anymore. So again, I'm sorry for discontinuing them. But if you'd like to continue any of them, PM me and maybe we can set something up. Ok. Moving onwards. Updates may be kinda slow for a bit with this fic, only because it's been such a long time and I'll kinda need to get back into my KR groove lol. So just be patient with me, ok? Cool. Now sit back and enjoy this well overdue chappie! You may want to reread the chapter before to refresh your memory.

Chapter 5:

It was late in the afternoon that same day when I heard a firm knock on my door. Dammit. What is it now?

"Come in." I say from my spot beside my bed. Fixing my bun so my hair wouldn't fall out. I hated it when it did that.

I heard the door click open. Mrs. Piggy walked in, an odd look of relief plastered on her old weathered face. Kind of a scary combo if ya asked me.

"Hurry! Get dressed. Someone's here to take you home."

I frowned. For a second I allowed my walls to fall. A distant look on my face as her words circled in my head. Someone? Home? Me? Did that even belong in the same sentence together? Or was I finally going bananas?

"Katie! Hurry!" Mrs. Piggy barks, already packing up some of my things into a small suitcase. I still sat there dazed. Unsure if it was a dream or not. Maybe if I pinched myself I'd wake up. But then again, this was a pretty damn good dream to finally being able to leave this shit hole. Maybe I'll just ride it out. See where it goes.

"Katie Henderson! Snap out of it!" Mrs. Piggy barks again at me. I blinked and swallowed. Looking sheepish for a moment before reining myself in. My ever present walls erecting themselves once again.

"Here, I'll get the rest." I say a little dazed, still in shock over it.

"Ok, but hurry. She's excited to meet you in person."

I watched as Mrs. Piggy waltz out of the room with a new pep to her step that was never there before. No doubt happy about my leaving. Finally. I smirked at the thought before resuming packing.

/ * KR * /

The first thing that came to mind when I saw this lady was stranger danger. I mean, I seriously racked my brain for any kind of recognition to this woman. But I came up empty every time.

Shit.

"Hi sweetie. My name is Martha Lee, but you can call me, 'Martha.'" She said kindly to me with a pretty smile. Martha was a middle aged African American woman with sparkling brown eyes and a friendly demeanor. She wore a simple flower sundress and sandals that showed off her cobalt blue toe nails.

As reluctant as I was to admit it, I actually fely kinda comfortable with this lady. She was nice and caring and carried herself with a confidence I haven't seen in a long time. And Martha actually smiled when she addressed you. Totally unlike what I'm used to around here.

I gave her a small smile in return. "I'm Katie."

"Oh what a delightful name!" Martha gushed. She gently took a strand of my golden chestnut hair and stroked it. No doubt marveling at the unbelievable softness of it. "Oh, and this hair! Why my hairdresser would go crazy with you." We both chuckled at that before Mrs. Piggy rudely interrupted by loudly dropping a clipboard of paperwork on her desk.

"I'll need you to sign these papers exactly as stated, Ms. Lee. Then you two can be on your way." The old woman said with this ugly ass fake smile that was supposed to portray happiness. Hmph. Glad to be seeing the last of you too, bitch.

After Martha signed the paperwork, I walked out of that orphanage a new teen. I was finally free!