While Tina waited for her "new" foster parents to pick her up, Nadine stood outside her friend's house, scratching her head in confusion.
"When the fuck did they clean this place up?" she muttered to herself, as she walked up the path to the front door. "The place looks brand new."
She knocked on the door and waited for a response. Usually, it was her friend's father who answered the door, drunk as usual. Sometimes it was her friend's mother, total slut.
But this time, the person who answered the door completely caught her off-guard. But that was because this was a different reality than she was used to, one where her friend and her friend's family wasn't as degraded as she remembered.
The person who opened the door was ...
