Chapter 3

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After a week I was finally able to go home with Zacky and Gena. I grabbed my last suitcase and walked into the office. My case worker and I said our goodbyes while Zacky and Gena filled out the rest of the paperwork.

I walked out to the car and Zacky helped me load my bags in the trunk. He held my door open and I smiled as I climbed in, the ride to Zacky's was long and I soon fell asleep.

Zacky woke me up when we got home and helped me get my things. He gave me a small tour before taking me to my room. "This is your room." he said opening the door.

I gasped and a tear ran down my cheek. "I love it so much, thank you." I had a black canopy bed with hot pink mesh netting over it. The bedspread was hot pink with peace signs and matching sheets. There was to fuzzing bean bag chairs in the corner with a small couch and a huge pink fuzzy rug. I had a walk in closet, my own bathroom, an 80 inch flat screen TV hung on the wall, a bookshelf full of books and movies, and a desk with a lap top and a little box wrapped and topped with a red bow.

"Go ahead and open it." Gena said getting the gift and handing it to me.

I smiled and tore it open. It was the new iPhone X. I'd never had a cell phone before. "I love it so much thank you."

"We programmed our number and the guys as well along with there girlfriends." Zacky said, "by the way, open your closet."

I walked to the closet and more tears slid down my cheeks, "Are you serious?" The closet was huge and stocked with clothes and shoes.

"Gena likes shopping a little bit to much. I hope you're okay with that."

I giggled, "I do too so there's nothing wrong with that."

I opened my suitcases and Gena and Zacky helped me unpack and get settled in. "I'm gonna take a shower, is that okay?"

Zacky said, "Of course, there are towels in the closet."

I walked in the bathroom and smiled, everything was hot pink and black, the shower curtain had skulls and stars, and the soap holder was the same thing. I took off my clothes and got in the shower.

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