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Shaylee shook her head while giggling. "I'm just kidding Erick!" she said. Ericka faked a smile and a let out a noticeable fake giggle. Ericka wasn't pleased at all. She meets Shaylee after 10 years and she welcomes her like this? Mr. Wakefield walked down the stairs quickly as if he was excited about something.

"Shay … Check out your new room!" Mr. Wakefield boomed, at least it's not my room, Ericka thought. Mr. Wakefield opened a bright pink door with fancy strawberry wall paper. It was decorated so nice Ericka didn't even realize that was her ex-room. Mr. Wakefield opened the door. The walls where pink, and mostly everything had the word strawberry writing in fine print. Erick couldn't help feel a little jealous of what Shaylee had … and Shaylee herself in general. "Omigod! Thank you sooo much Mr. Wakefield!" Shaylee gushed while her arms where around his neck. "Please Shay, call me dad. You're a part of our family now!" He said. Ericka couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was about to storm to her room until she noticed…

"DAD! Are you serious you don't even know her and you turn into the dad I never had!" Ericka shouted. Her voice was loud like the thunder during storms in the spring time in Springtun. Mr. Wakefield ran down the stairs to catch up with his daughter. Finally he found her in the family room crying into the pillow he had bought for Shaylee. To not make things worse he didn't dare tell her that was meant for Shaylee…. "Pumpkin… I didn't know you felt that way…" Mr. Wakefield began… "No. Dad it was my fault I think I just got a little jealous…" Ericka admitted.

Shaylee was at the top of the stairs listening to their every word. "I guess she's so perfect" Shaylee heard Ericka say. "Nobody's perfect" she heard Mr. Wakefield reply. Shaylee's eyes teared up… she wasn't perfect at all. She was beyond perfect she was dirty.. She was the one who killed her mother… not a car accident... it was her own dirty hands…