Willow's POV:

Chapter 6:

I couldn't hold in my tears. I tore out of my house, down the road, and into Dina's house. I just barely made it to her room before I broke down into sobs.

"Willow? What's wrong?" She pulled me towards her and onto her lap. We sat there and I just cried for some time. Fifteen, twenty minutes maybe. All I know is that it took a while for me to calm down enough to be comprehensible.

"Willow hon, can you talk to me? What's wrong?"

The lavender scent of her room was comforting. Right now her house felt more like home than mine did.

"Lisa, Peter. They want… They want me to… They're trying to send me to a new family. To…To get rid of me."

Dina just sat there in shock for a minute. She couldn't believe it either. We couldn't be separated. It mattered more than she knew.

"Willow, I won't let you go. They can't tear us apart. We are going to find some high strength glue and duct tape and forcefully keep you here before we let you go."

Then she got an idea. It was obvious to someone who knew her well because she got this flash in her eyes. Imagine if you had just finished a puzzle and when you put in the last piece there was a giant flash. That was what it looked like when Dina got an idea.

"Stay here Willow. If you feel yourself going there are some smelling salts in my bedside table. Lavender of course." She dashed out of her room and down the stairs. Even in a situation like this I couldn't help but giggle a little. Lavender smelling salts? Please, just please. Only Dina would have smelling salts that matched her room. I could hear her down stairs, talking on the phone to her dad. Her words were muffled, and it must have been something she didn't want me to hear because she has a phone in her room. Speaking of which…

"…trying to kick her out. I can't let it happen Dad. You know how close we are. If she left I would die. Just die."

That being a literal use of the word, not that she knew it.

"Dina, you know I love Willow like a second daughter, but adoption is a big deal. I know you mean well but this plan might just be a little too fantastic."

Hold on a second, adoption? Holy cow! They mean me!

"Dad, Lisa and Peter are horrible. They're cold and far away, just like nearly every other foster family on this planet. I don't know how Willow does it know, she's just so different from them. Warm, bouncy, Willow versus cold foster family. Please Dad, we'd be perfect for her."

She was right. And life wouldn't really be that different from how it is now, I'm nearly family anyway.

"Celandine! Please! I will think about it, but I think your time would be better spent with Willow right now. We'll talk more when we get home, OK?"

"Fine. But do you promise you will think about it?"

"I promise Dina. Now go find that poor girl."

I quickly hung up the phone, only barely making it. She had a bit of a glow in her face, believing her dad would cave. Maybe he would. He would do anything for his daughter.

"So, I have officially decided that you are not leaving my house until we get this whole mess sorted out."

I must have looked horrible with my red puffy eyes but I still cracked a smile.

"Um, Dina, You might want to re think that. I have to go to school and I need clothes to wear. And all of my school stuff is back in my room."

"BRB," she said, running into her closet.

"Hey, when are Lisa and Peter gonna be gone?" She called from her huge walk in closet, nearly three times the size of a normal one.

"I think they were going out to dinner tonight. They should be gone by now."

"Perfect." She hissed, climbing stealthily, or as stealthily as any girl like Dina could, out of her closet, dressed head to toe in black.

"I'm going on a mission."

"Oh joy. And I suppose I'm not allowed to come?"

"Correct. Now, keys please?"

"Whatever." I handed over my keys.

"Just don't forget anything. And make sure to grab some good books. Your selection of books here makes me want to have to use those smelling salts." I gestured to the two short rows of books, nearly all of which included the word "hair", "boys" "diary", or "makeup" at least once in the title. Some had two or three, and a few had all four! Blegh. Big time.

"Please, they can hear you!" Dina exclaimed as she walked out the door.

I settled myself down with one of the few 'real' books she owned, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, and waited. And waited.