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You guys! You just made my year! I knew that on Fanfiction I was going to have alot of feedback and views. But I really had no idea. This story probably has more views right now than I'll probably get with anything else. Anyways. I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy.

The next morning, when I've let out all of my tears, I stare blankly at the pictures of my walls. The red walls with my pictures of Garry and roeses and Mary.

Should I go back?

Not now. Maybe when Mom calms down a bit. No. She'll never calm down. I'll go back when I calm down a bit. I'm not sure when that'll be, but it'll happen sooner or later.

"You okay?"

I turn to see Garry in my doorway, a concerned look on his face. I takea deep breath then say, "I'm fine, Garry."

"You don't seem 'fine.''' He says.

"Well I am, so leave me alone." I say, and hug my pillow.

"It's not good to isolate yourself." He states, and comes to sit on the edge of my bed. His hair is just as purple and just as messy as I remember it. So, very much so, on both of those factors. His brow is set in that determined, yet concerned way that I know him so clearly for.

"I'm not isolating myself. I've barely been alone for five minutes." I say.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Just trying to help."

"I know." I assure him.

A while later, I'm walking out of my "room" and bump into something. Or someone.

"What are you?" A voice, female, and rather anoying, asks. Or screeches.

"A human . . ." I say, unsure of what to say to this stranger. She's pretty, if you like fake bottle blonds with so much make up on that you can't see their face.

"With red eyes?" I think she has an accent, but it's hard to determin where from.

"What if I have a condition? Or what if I'm wearing contacts?" I ask, my tonegetting slightly more snippy. But my eyes are one-hundred percent natural, they're really brown, but look red in certain light.

"I hope it's contacts, because it's rather gross." She says.

"Your attitude is what's gross!" I say. "Is this how you greet everyone?"

She takes her manacured hand, shoves it in my face and pushes me aside. My mouth falls open.

"Garry!" Her voice gets high and sing-song-y. I feel the urge to plug my ears.

"Garry!" I call. "Who is this person?"

He comes out of the kitchen. "Oh, hi, Dana." He looksover to me. "Ib, Dana. Dana, Ib."

"What kind of name is Ib?" She asks, her nose (obviously worked on) scrunches in distaste.

I roll my eyes. I wonder weather she got her tan from a tanning bed or if she got a spray tan.

"So . . ." Garry says. "Ib, this is . . . my girlfriend."

I freeze. "Oh."

"Dana, this is my friend who's staying with me for a while."

She raises her eyebrow. "Why?"

"I don't think that's any of you're buissness." I say.

"How is it not my buissness? He's my boyfriend."

"Well I'm not. And the answer to that is personal. So I'd prefer if you stay out of it." I say.

"I don't care. Spill." She says.

"I doesn't matter, because I'm not telling you." I shoot a warning look at Garry. He raises his hands in surrender and walks into the kitchen.

"You ran away, didn't you?" Her eyes sparkle in amusment. "I bet you're parents just don't understand do they? Well, it doesn't matter, because you're going back to them. I don't like you living with my boyfriend."

"You can't control me. Or Garry." I say, my voice rising.

"Garry!" She calls, ringing out the y.

"I'm not getting involved!" He calls.

Dana rolls her eyes. "Leave." She demands.

I scoff. "Never."

"Leave. Or I'll make you leave."

A cliffy for ya!

Anyways. Does anyone know the deal-y-o with putting a story up for adoption? Like, can someone explain it to me? Please!?