Gabi's POV

It takes me a long time to fall asleep since I'm in a different house and unsure of my surroundings. When I wake up, I feel rested enough, which is a miracle. I still wonder why Demi was crying last night. She seemed different. Maybe it has something to do with the "nothing" that Grandma brought up on the phone with her.

I step out of the guest room and question where to go. Is Demi in her room or downstairs? This arrangement will take a lot of getting used to.

I stop outside Demi's door and wait a minute before knocking.

"I'll be out in a minute!" Demi calls from inside the room. She steps out wearing work-out clothes and her hair is tied up in a ponytail. "I'm going to the gym. Would you like to come with or stay here?" she asks.

"Here," I reply.

"Okay, we can breakfast once I'm back."

I nod and watch Demi leave me all alone in her house. Since I'm extremely bored, I decide to give myself a tour of Demi's house. I smile when I reach the living room with a large TV hung up on the wall.

I turn on the TV and look through her DVDs. I pick out Mean Girls and settle down to watch. Hopefully Demi will be back by the time that the movie is over.

The day passes terribly slow and is extremely boring. It's obvious that Demi has no idea what to do with a teenage girl, and in the end I play Demi's piano while she watches crime shows. Seriously, who even watches that stuff?

When I go to bed that night, I begin to think that staying with Demi won't be as fun as I originally thought. She has a busy life with no time for anyone but herself. No wonder she gave up her daughter, just like my mom gave up me. Then something clicks, could Demi be my mom?