Jack drove a new silver hatchback. It was clean and still had that new car smell. “So, where are we?” I asked as he backed us out of his driveway. At least if I knew the town we were in, I could find a map and figure out the rest from there. Shelly wouldn’t tell us where we were going last night. All she said was it was the foster home I needed to be in. I didn’t know what she meant by that, but so far, these people were alright. Maybe too nice, which worried me more. “We live in a small community called Kiba, which is about ten minutes from Port Willow, where your new high school will be.
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