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Timber looked at herself in the huge mirror hanging on the wall of the bathroom and sat down the can of hairspray that she had been using. "That's as good as it's going to get." After unplugging her flat iron, she reached down and picked up a couple of head bands, then held them up to her shirt. They matched her spaghetti strapped shirt perfectly.

Timber sighed and tossed them through the door of the bathroom letting them land on Glen's bed. Well, letting them land on Glen's bed that she should be sharing with him. She picked up a completely different one with a purple bow on it and placed it in her hair. She positioned it to where the bow was even with the place where the part in her hair started. Her hair. That was something that her mother hadn't been to happy about.

"That's an understatment." Her mother had freaked out, when Timber had cut the long tresses that reached past her bottom, off to rest just underneath her jawline in an angled bob that was stacked in the back. For years her mother had refused to let her cut it, except for an occasional trim. She hated upsetting her mother, but she just wanted to be herself and that mess was hard to deal with when she had tuck it uo into her catcher's helmet. That's something that she get's to do with a new team, and some old team mates.

The day that she turned eighteen, Timber Took a trip to vegas with her Aunt Cora for a week. While she was there, she had decided to cut it. When she had returned and her her mother had gotten off from work that evening, she had been furious and yelled for what had seemed like hours. "Why did you cut your hair like that?"

Timber had ran a hand through her hair in frustration. That was when her mother had caught a glimpse of the wedding rings that encirlced Timber's left ring finger. "Why are you wearing a skating rink on a very important finger?" Her mother had closed the distance and jerked Timber's hand closer so that she could examin the rings. "What, did you get married in Vegas too?"

Knowing that her mother was waiting on an answer, Timber gave her one. Albeit in a very small voice. "Yes." Before she had time to blink let alone react, Timber's mother had smacked her across the face. "Well I hope you had fun and know his name and number, because you are no longer welcome here."

That was her mom always judgmental and never forgiving.

That episode just went to show her how much her mom really knew about her or what had been going on in the house for the past six years...nothing what-so-ever. That was when Timber had realized that she could now do what she had been wanting to do for a while. Get the hell out of dodge. "That's perfectly fine with me, because the only reason that I came back was to tell you that I loved you and that I'm going to miss you, but..." Timber had left it at that. Her bags had already been packed and loaded up into her car.

She shook her head to clear away all of the negative thoughts and slipped on a white t-shirt that had bright splotches of paint in all different colors all over it. It was kind of long compared to some of the others that she wore. This one came down to rest on her hips and cover the front pockets of her flared jeans. Then sat cross-legged on the counter to do her make-up. Not that it would take long, all she wore was a little eye-liner, just enough to outline her eyes, and a light colored lip-gloss. "That's that." She put the two items into her back pack.

She went into Glen's office, turned up the music on her ipod and started putting her note books into the main compartment of the bag for school that day. Looking around the room, she made sure that she hadn't forgot anything. School had started last week, but this was her first day there, she was already worried about doing poorly, even though she has always done well. "I guess I'm just scared of failing."

She didn't only mean in school. Her parents have never been very supportive of her choices. Not that she were given many. Glancing around the room one more time, she grabbed her hoodie and walked down the hall. She had always been the one to do the house work, from the time that she was big enough. She pretty much always had to take care of herself. Her Dad had started giving her hourly wages from four to nine on Monday through Friday and eight am to nine pm on the weekends. Probably to compensate for all of the crap that she had to deal with.

After pouring herself a travel mug of coffee, she moved to the kitchen counters and took down an extra travel mug and made it up for Glenn. She sat it on the kitchen table and walked up the stairs to shout through the bathroom door that she was leaving. Hopefully he heard me over the shower.

After that was done, she walked out the door, locking it as she left and got into her 2005 Chevy Cavalier and drove to the school. She was kind of glad that Glenn wanted to take two vehicles and it was his idea to strictly conduct themselves in a 'professional relationship' while they were on campus. Not that they had done anything at home either and they had been married for a couple of weeks. However, Timber didn't see the need to focus any more unwanted attention on her husband than necessary.

Her husband.

After all of the nights she had laid alone in her bed dreaming about him and wishing that the man would come and take her away from the horrible life she had to live with. After all of the times that she had to watch him with the his wife that barely wanted anything to do with him. He had chosen her out of thousands of women to remmarry. Even if he had done it when he was drunk...it still kind of made her feel a little better about her self.

Upon arriving, Timber pulled into a parking space. After glancing at the clock, she realized that she was 25 minutes early. "Better go in, get registered and get my schedule and stuff." Timber grabbed her travel mug and her back pack from the passenger seat and exited the vehicle before locking it up. She made her way into the building and found the main office without any trouble at all. The secretary and principle were shocked to say the least, when they had found out that she was married. She had convieniently dodged all of the questions about who she was married to.

After getting the paperwork done in a timely manner, and getting her locker number, combination and text books, she put them all in her locker and made her way to her first class.

Since her first period teacher wasn't there yet, she just sat down outside the door and got a jump start on the recommended reading list that her English four teacher, Glen's sister April had given out, as she sipped the remainder of her quickly cooling coffee. "This is going to be an interesting day to say the least."

When her Trig teacher walked up and said good morning, she picked her self up off of the floor and nodded in return. She had decided that unless a teacher or some one from the faculty had asked her a question, that she'd play dumb. She was never too fond of Math.

"So your new here?" Her Trig teacher was a tall thin lady that seemed pretty nice at first glance. However Timber wasn't going to get 'buddy buddy' with any one just yet. At the sound of Ms. Davis voice, Timber was pulled from her thoughts. "Where did you move from?"

"Ridgeway." Ms. Davis' eyes widened in surprise, Ridgeway was the rival school. "Well I certainly wasn't expecting that answer." The woman stopped speaking and was looking behind Timber. "Who is that?" Timber looked in the direction that her teacher was looking in. Sure enough there was Glen walking down the hall in their direction. She couldn't stop herself from smiling at the sight of him. He was dressed in a pair of khakis and a green button down with the sleeves rolled up over his fore arms. Timber decided to play dumb. "Who?"

Ms. Davis inconspicuously gestured in Glen's direction. "That really tall guy heading this way." Timber didn't really know what to say to that, so she just shrugged. "Why don't you ask him?" As he got closer, Timber saw the woman's eyes widen in recogniton. Oh god! Here we go...