I went about the rest of my day and felt a little bit more confortable in the school. I had new friends that made me feel welcome and warm. When the last bell rang, I met them out front and we walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus. We got on and it took us to a stop a couple of blocks away from a coffee shop. We placed our order and made our way to the tables.

"This is my guardian’s shop," Shane beamed as we sat at a table.

"Guardian?"

"Yeah. My mom died when I was five and my dad gave me up when I was seven," Shane said and Carmen held her hand and smiled, "When I was ten, Kit Porter caught me breaking into her home and instead of turning me in to the cops she took me back to my foster home and then about four months later, she and her husband, Angus Partridge, adopted me."

"Oh wow, I am so sorry," I said, feeling guilty for sometimes taking advantage of my family.

"Nah it’s ok, Kit and Angus have given me the family I had always dreamed of. Her little sister had been living with her for a little bit before she left for college. Bette was like an older sister to me, she taught me things and listened when I needed to talk. They really are the best people I know. Kit and Angus never had kids of their own. Angus has a tweny-one year old son who lives in New York. They still talk everyday, but Kit and Angus just never did, they were only married for a year when I came into their lives, so I guess I filled that void."

"Aw, that’s nice," I said, sipping on my coffee.

"Baby girl, how was your first day," I heard and turned to look at an elegant black woman. She was wearing black trousers, nice high heeled sandals and a gorgeous white top. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her make up highlighted her features.

"It was fine Kit, going somewhere?"

"Angus has this party he has to go to with some label heads. Shake the money tree as he says."