I am SO, SO sorry about the lack of updates! SO SORRY!! My life has just been so busy lately, with school and such. I'll try to keep updating more quickly, I promise! And if you review, then I'll update and get inspired so, so much quicker! So here's the chapter… oh, yeah, I don't own CSI. But I own… well… nothing, really, I'm underage. Anyway, read and review!

"Hey, what's your name, are you new?"

"I'm Sara."

"So you're new."

"Yeah… I won't be here for long, though. Don't bother trying to become friends with me, I'll just leave."

"Why will you leave?"
Sara stared at this girl quizzically. She was the first person that hadn't left her alone after she said the whole leaving thing. Maybe she was just naturally curious.

"Umm…" Sara searched her brain for an excuse. "My dad's work transfers him a lot."

"Oh, well, you should always have friends! My name's Ellie.

"Oh."

"So… how do you like the school so far?"

"It's pretty good, I love school."

"Well, that's one thing we'll never have in common! But maybe you could come to my house after school, help me with that project that Frire just assigned? Maybe even sleep over?"

"Ummm… I'd have to ask my fos- I mean, I'd have to ask my Mom."

"I've got a way to use the school phone without them knowing, just ask to go down the bathroom, and then sneak into the…" Ellie gave her all of the information to use the school's line.

"Okay… are you sure your mom wouldn't mind?"

"No way, she loves everyone!"

Now Sara was curious. Most people just didn't ask people to spend the night the first time they talked to someone, but Ellie seemed different… she seemed almost like someone she could let in… but Sara immediately dismissed that idea. She'd leave before she'd have a chance to even build a relationship.

Sara raised her hand.

The teacher frowned at her. "Yes?"

"May I please go to the bathroom? It's an emergency."

"Hurry back, then."

And after she had broken into the phone line (her first felony, she was finally living up to her mother!) and her foster mom expressed how happy she was that she was a "little social butterfly!!" she finally got back to class.

"So… can you?"

"Yeah, Le- I mean, my mom says I can"

"Great, so my mom'll pick you up with me, you can just borrow some of my clothes."

"Okay."

Sara couldn't help it, she felt in awe of this girl… she was so secure, so unpredictable. Not at all cautious like Sara had always been, more up to taking chances. It scared her to death. And before she knew it, it was the end of the day, and she was at Ellie's house. It was a semi-big place, about the same size as the foster home she was currently at. Ellie's room was all in bright green, it matched her personality perfectly. Ellie jumped onto her bed.

"So, you wanna work on that project?"

"Why not?"

And so they worked. And worked. And worked. Until dinner, microwave pizza that they ate in Ellie's basement room. They finally finished their work, and watched TV for a little bit. After a while though, Ellie's parents came in and kissed Ellie goodnight. Sara felt a pang of jealousy there. Her parents had never cared about her to ever kiss her goodnight. Well, her mom didn't. Her dad occasionally kissed her forcibly around the time she would be going to bed… Sara blinked hard. She did not want to think about the whole shitty family stuff here. So when Mr. and Mrs. Carason left, Sara turned over like she wanted to sleep; like the sleeping bag on the floor was the most comfortable bed in the world. But Ellie wanted to talk. So they talked. About stuff like boys, and homework, and friends, and school… until finally both girls got tired, and decide to go to sleep. Except not exactly a peaceful sleep.

Sara was dancing. She kept dancing. She was dancing around her father's body, blood was everywhere. She was bleeding. She looked at her chest. It was spurting blood. As she looked up, her mom was standing there, and there were bars on the doors and windows. Her mom was baring a blood covered knife… the same knife she had used to kill her daddy with… there was a crazy look in her eyes…

"Sara, Sara, wake up!"

Sara quickly sat up in her covers. Her breathing was heavy, and sweat was drenching her face… or was there tears mixed into there?

"Sara, what happened? What were you dreaming about?"

Sara glanced at the clock. 2:29 in the morning.

"Nothing, just forget about it, just go back to sleep."

"It wasn't nothing, Sara, you were talking, you were sayin' stuff about your mom and dad!"

"I'm telling you it was nothing, now go back to sleep!"

"No!"

"Fine, I'm in foster care because of my shitty family, now go back to sleep!"

"You're in foster car?"
Sara sighed. Here came the questions.

"Yes."
"So there's no dad with his job transferring him."

Ellie didn't say this as a question, more of a statement.

"No, my father is dead. Now can we PLEASE go back to sleep? I'm tired, that nightmare was hardly anything."

Ellie was silent for a few seconds. Just as Sara was about to say something, Ellie responded.

"Okay. Let's go back to bed."

I repeat, SO SORRY!! I really hope you guys like this chapter, I just stayed up until almost midnight to get it up! Please review!!