Last semester, Quinn had created a pair of pants that were… well, magic. They had been designed to fit her, Zoey, Nicole, and Dana all perfectly and after discovering these jeans, the girls named themselves the Sisterhood of the Nail Polish Stained Pants. They had many exciting and sad times in the Pants. Quinn and Zoey had both received their first kiss and Dana had at long last gotten together once again with Logan. Unfortunately, while Quinn and Dana had a happy ending to their first semester, Zoey and Nicole did not. Zoey's relationship with Chase was short and didn't progress while Nicole dealt with learning about her mother's cancer and had to make the difficult choice of leaving PCA to help raise money for her mother's surgery. Now, as the girls enter their second semester of the year, they will share the Pants once again and discover more about themselves and start a whole new chapter of their lives.

"Welcome to the Coconut Tree House, may I take your order?"

Zoey Brooks stood over a table crowded with people with a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other. She was sore all over, she was exhausted, and most of all, she was tired of working as a waitress at the Coconut Tree House which was always crowded with demanding and rude people.

"I'd like to have… uh… a hamburger."

"What kind of hamburger would you like?"

"Um… there's more than one kind?"

"We have the Super Duper Hamburger and the Hero Burger and the…"

"Um… can you come back again in a couple of minutes? This might take awhile for us to figure out what KIND of hamburgers we want. I mean, we want a simple thing like hamburgers and then you make it all complicated. Waitresses these days… they have no idea what they're doing!"

Zoey clenched her teeth and reminded herself of the number one rule when it came to any kind of job that served people. The customer is always right. She simply nodded her head and walked off to grab another table's order. After another painful hour in the tree house, her shift was over. She ran to the back room and changed out of her outfit. She grabbed her purse and quickly hurried out the restaurant.

The cool March air blew into her face. She glanced at her watch. She was glad that she had gotten an early shift that day. It was only 2:00 and she had time to go to her dorm and finish her homework before her class started at 3:00. She started to walk quicker, to keep herself warm. The sun was up high, but the wind was cold which made everything have an icy appearance.

As she walked, Zoey started to think. There were many upcoming events such as Nicole's sixteenth birthday. She sighed a little sad sigh as she thought of how terrible it was that Nicole wouldn't be at PCA to celebrate her sweet sixteenth. She imagined what Nicole was doing at that very moment. She figured she was working away to earn money for her mother. Zoey felt awful. She wished she could help her in some way. But what could she do about it?

"I wish they could help in some way, but what can they do about it?"

Nicole Bristow was talking to herself as she mowed Mrs. Watson's lawn. She wished that her friends from PCA were there to help her or assure her that things would turn out ok, but t hey weren't. She was all alone and she had to be independent. Due to the fact that she was only fifteen, Nicole couldn't get a real job so she started doing a few odd jobs such as walking dogs and baby sitting and… mowing lawns! It didn't pay much, but every penny counted. Nicole didn't go to school anymore, but got taught by her dad for a few hours each day. It wasn't a very good way to live her young life, but she had to do what she had to do.

"Are you almost done with that lawn, Nicole?"

Mrs. Watson stepped out of her house to see the progress.

"Totally Mrs. Watson… I'm almost finished."

"Then come in for some lemonade won't you?"

Nicole stopped mowing and grinned. "That'd be great."

Quinn Pensky took a sip of lemonade as she waited for Michael Barret, her official boyfriend, to arrive. She sat at a table in the student lounge with her Science textbook out. The couple had made it a tradition that they do Science homework together every day at 3:00. Then he would walk to her class and they'd have to depart.

Quinn glanced at her watch. Michael was running late. She frowned. He was never late. Well, hardly ever, unless he had a good excuse. She tapped her fingers on the table, feeling worried and slightly frustrated. The clock ticked and ten minutes passed. She started on her homework without him. A half hour passed by and he still didn't come. She finished her homework and glanced at her watch again. I hope nothing bad happened to him.

She hopped out of her chair and headed to class. She would call him later to see if he was alright.

Ring, ring, ring.

Dana Cruz answered her cell phone on the third ring. She had the whole day off so she had no classes. To celebrate this fact, she had gone shopping for some new clothes. She stood outside the shopping mall, with plenty of bags in hand. She had her sunglasses on even though it wasn't summer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dana, it's me."

"Logan!"

Logan Reese, Dana's boyfriend, had just recently quit smoking and was constantly calling her when he felt an urge to pull out a cigarette. The two of them would talk until his temptations went away. Of course, Dana's phone bill was enormous but her parents helped pay for it so it was ok for her.

"We have to talk."

"Okay, go ahead."

Dana put her shopping bags down for a second so she could readjust the way she was holding her purse. As she did, she could hear Logan taking deep breaths on the other line. "What's wrong?" she asked. Just then, a person went rushing right by her, knocking her off her feet. She fell to the ground, the cell phone skittering from her hand. She groaned and scrambled up to her feet. She scooped her phone off and brushed the dust off of it. She looked around and realized with horror that the person who had ran by her had stolen her shopping bags.

"Logan, I'll call you later."

"Wait- what happened? Dana?"

"Bye, Logan."

She flipped her cell phone shut and shoved it into her purse. Then she ran after the person in the direction he or she had run. After awhile of chasing, she realized that it was hopeless. Her shopping bags were gone with the wind. She stood there, feeling in shock and wondering why in the world someone would want to steal a shopping bag from her when they had no idea what was inside.