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

	Annie sat down and collected her thoughts, having hung up the phone. [color=f7976a]"Phoo. Okay. Here we go. Nothing is going to happen."[/color] She grabbed the wheel and moved her fingers up and down. Then she reached down and twisted the key, the old clanker rumbling to life. [color=f7976a]"No worries. Skip college today. Let's...let's go."[/color] She was nervous. She didn't want anything else to happen.

	Fortunately, she was able to make it to Willow's house without issue. No murderers or strangeness or anything. But she was worried about Willow. What was going to happen to her? Did Annie hear her say she was adopted, too? Things were getting strange. Poor Willow. It wasn't right for a parent to keep something like that from a child. In her experience, being adopted didn't hurt at all if you never knew otherwise. She could see how other people would want to find their 'real' parents (even saying 'real parents' made Annie's mouth taste gross), but Annie was happy with the family she had. It was why she was fighting so hard against this letter nonsense. She just wanted to live a normal life.

	Pulling up on the street infront of Willow's house, Annie took a deep breathe and turned off the car. Walking up the drive way she approached the door and rapped against it with her knuckles. Three fast knocks, a pause, and then two more knocks. Annie always knocked doors in the same way. It was a secret knock she developed when she was a kid that became a habit that never left her. Then she wrung her fingers together and waited for someone to answer the door, looking behind her to see if anyone was around.