It took Adrienne a full two days to get back to me after taking me to lunch. I was hoping she would contact me sooner, but I figured that Billie had needed the time to grasp the concept of my existence. Once he had at least understood who I was, Adrienne called me and told me that Billie wanted to meet me, he wanted to meet his daughter. So on Thursday, it was time for me to meet my Birth dad. Things had moved rather quickly. I had contacted her originally on a Sunday afternoon, she met me two days later on a Tuesday, and two days later from that I was meeting my dad. I call him my dad, but I don't think I could call him that to his face, or to Adrienne's face at the moment. It doesn't feel real, there's no way this is all real. It seems like something I've dreamt up, and I have yet to wake up but I will right as I go to meet my "dad".

The kids in the foster home had yet to know anything about what I was doing, as did my Foster "mom". For all they knew, I was going out to the park and wandering around- which they did not like, but once I was gone, what could they do. So I wandered out earlier than needed to sit and read for awhile, after getting dressed. I wore some old skiing jeans, worn out vans and a hoodie with my high school's logo on it. The makeup I wore was simple, it was just some eyeliner and mascara, after all i'm only 14 and well, in foster care.

When it was time to meet them, we met in a park not far from where I had been reading The Great Gatsby, which was one of my favorite books. As I gathered my stuff, which was really just my book and a water bottle, I felt my heart begin to race. I was going to meet my real father. My feet felt heavy as I walked. Getting to the bench where we said we would meet, I sat down, my body felt heavy with anxiety and stress. flipping through the pages of my book, I tried not to panic about meeting my dad, I had already met Adrienne so I wasn't as worried, but I was still nervous nonetheless.

Looking up from my book, I saw them walking up. I jumped to my feet, nervous, almost ready to run away, but I stood cemented to the ground. As they got closer, my urge to run grew.

"Hi Sweetie." Adrienne said as she walked up. I smiled at her and waved.

Billie Looked at me and said nothing. He looked at me, examined me and then said, "Holy shit Adrienne, holy shit. She looks just like you for the most part. I still cant believe you didn't tell me this 'til now. I'm mad about the situation, but looking at her, she's so perfect."

I blushed at him calling me perfected, i didn't like compliments. "err thanks."

"its nice to meet you. I'm glad I got to meet you, and I get to know about you. Had I never gotten to know you exist, I think I would have been heart broken. It always felt like there was something, or well someone missing." Billie said after a moment of collecting himself.

"I'm sorry I did this Bill. I truly am. But on one hand, she got to grow up outside of all of this, she had a shot at a normal life, but sadly after her dad died, it was taken from her. She had contacted me afterwards, and thats what brought us together." Adrienne said.

"I would like to get to know you guys and all, I don't know what your intentions are, If you want to leave after this, do it. Don't let me get my hopes up. Don't give me hope and then rip it from me, leaving me in that foster home for 4 years."

"Well Berkeley, If you would allow us, we want to get custody of you. We recently found out that there was an error in the paperwork. So you were never truly a Westly, I'm sorry, but he will always be someone who raised you and loved you very,very dearly. We don't want to replace him in your heart, we just want to bring you home, where you should have been, not in the system after he died, I'm sorry." Adrienne said.

"How long will it take to be fixed?"

"Not long."

"Okay, well then I guess you know where to find me."

"Wait..." Billie said.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to meet your brothers?"

"Can we do this slowly? I don't want this to be a huge dream and then somewhere the government messes up and rips it away? I couldn't handle that, I couldn't lose a chance at family again."

"Its understandable, no worries." Billie said softly, "Can I hug you."

I nodded and hugged him. It felt like one of the best hugs, like one you get when its storming outside and its cold and scary, and someone makes you feel safe.

When I let go, I smiled up at him and said, "I should get back." he nodded and played with his hands, not sure what to do.

"I'll see if we can meet again sometime this week, I've got a lot of school work to get done."

They agreed and I was off, back home in order to get my work done.

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My foster "mom" found out what I was doing and was pissed. She ultimately kept me home from school for three days- knowing that not learning was more of a punishment. On top of that, she pretty much put me in the room where they isolate us from literally everything and anything. Three days of nothing but silence was enough to drive me nearly insane. On top of that, Cheryl, my foster "mom" literally gave shit food wen you were in there. It was literally bread and water.

I was still in the room, miserable and bored when someone finally came to let me out- it was my Cheryl. She bitterly said, "someone is here for you." I rolled my eyes once she was behind me, and quickly went down the stairs.

Adrienne sat there at the table with a big smile. She said, "The paper work went through, you're officially ours again." I smiled and hugged her.

"Go get your stuff." she said.

I nodded and ran up stairs to grab my suitcase. I didn't have much here, it was all at my old house which my dad had left to me. Once I had my stuff, Adrienne led me out to the car. We stopped by my old house, where I had grabbed more of my stuff and loaded it into her car. It still felt so weird, to have a mom finally.

As we walked through my old house, I decided that I wanted to donate some of it. I had no use for men's clothing. Adrienne and I talked as we boxed up some of my dad's things. She understood that I wanted to keep the house, and keep the car since I had grown up in them. Once we had my stuff in the car, she took me to my new home. I was nervous, I didn't know what awaited me, but I knew it was better than the foster care system.

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The house was very nice. My favorite part was the kitchen, mostly because I love to cook. Adrienne showed me to my room. It was formerly a guest room, but it was mine now. I liked it how they had set it up, so I didn't want to change it. Instead, the only thing I added was my favorite posters from home, and my favorite band flag.

When everything was put away, it looked really cool. I shared a bathroom with my brothers, but only Jakob was home currently because Joey was on tour with his band SWMRS. Joey was cool, we were slightly awkward because we didn't know how to act around each other. He was a junior in high school, I was a freshman. Luckily, we both liked music and we both liked Family Guy and cartoons. I had yet to meet or talk to Joey, but I figured We'd get along too.

The person I was most comfortable around was Adrienne. Whenever I started to get frazzled, I went to her. It took a day but I was once again in school, sadly not the one I had gone to before. Here I had to use Armstrong as my last name. It was when I was signing things for school that I realized my initials were the same as my dads, BJA.

The classes I chose were AP, since I knew I could do it. I took AP english, AP history, AP Biology and Algebra 2, along with a Drama class, and a PE class. My locker was at the end of the hallway, which was fine by me. The cafeteria was nice, but the food didn't look all that great. Joey had helped me find my classes, but then left me on my own.

Somehow I managed to make a friend. Her name was Cassidy. She liked The Maine, her favorite song was Another Night on Mars, and she had three dogs. We clicked instantly. During lunch, I sat with her. She gave me her phone number so we could text after school. We had AP Bio together, and PE together.

By the time school was over, I was confident I'd do okay here. Joey and I walked home, him leading the way so I wouldn't get lost. When we did get home, I went straight into the kitchen and into the fridge. I had a fast metabolism and was naturally really skinny despite the fact that I could eat anything, and everything. Once I had my snack, I broke out my school stuff and started my homework in my room. AP Bio was hard, but since I was new (and it was still early enough in the school year), I didn't have too much to do yet. The math is where I struggled. I was good at most things, math was never one of them.

Joey was smart, but he wasn't a math expert. No one really knew how to do the math, so I resorted to google and trying to figure out how to do the problems. Once I had an idea, I got it done.

By dinner time, most of my homework was done, but I still had more English to do. Dinner was nice. Billie was in the studio recording the most recent Green Day album, Adrienne was working on some charity stuff as well as the record label, and Joey was like me, still in school. Once dinner was over, I went back to my homework. There was quite a bit, but I finished around 10, which was relatively early. Going to bed, I thought about the last month. I had gone from a foster home, to a real home. I changed schools, got harder classes, and found out who my real parents were. It was a huge adjustment but I was adapting.