[center][h3][b][i][color=f7976a]Annabelle Lafeyette[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[center]Annie's parent's house[/center]

	Annie's concern turned to fear as she heard Willow mention that not only was she adopted, Willow had also recieved a letter about it. This was a strange time. She felt in the air. Everything was coming together and something bad was going to happen. She felt her legs lock up. Right away she wanted to tell Willow no. No, Willow, I'm staying here. I'm too scared to go outside.

	But that would be humiliating. More importantly, what kind of friend would she be if she did that? Willow was asking for emotional support. It was the least Annie could do. 

	[color=f7976a]"Y-yes. Yes, of course. You can tell me all about it. I'll be- I'll be right there." [/color]She began to gather up her things.  Annie began to prepare her things, slipping her shoes back on and opening up the garage door. She glanced over at Doug and motioned for him to stay put. He didn't react, which was either a good thing or a bad thing. There was a simple brick colored car on the inside the dark garage. Certainly nice, bought for her by her decently well off parents, but nothing too flashy on the outside. Annie didn't want to embarass herself by showing off. 

	[color=f7976a]"Let me just- I should be over there in fifteen or so minutes. Like always."[/color] She laughed lightly, referring to the many times she had visted Willow's childhood home. Willow could probably hear Annie hurrying and rushing around, the garage door opening.