Hey all! I hope you liked the last chapter cause, here's…..CHAPTER TWO! Hop you guys like it!

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Melinda made it to the station just in time. Ned was no where to be found and Delia was talking with an officer. She was wiping away her mascara while she talked. It wasn't like her to cry. In fact Melinda barley saw her express any emotion at all. Melinda was going to go and find out where Ned was.

'Maybe I could get a confession.' She thought.

She mad it down a long hall lined with framed photos and news articles, a girl who looked like she was at least seventeen bumped into her. It looked as if she had been crying, and it was far worse than Delia's waterworks. It was heartbreaking. So much crying, so much sadness, clearly the death of a student had effected everyone. The poor Banks family, and that poor young woman.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't see where I was going." she said softly.

The girl was on the ground. Melinda must have hit her hard. She decided to help her up.

"No no, this was my fault. I-"

When Melinda grabbed the girl's hand she felt an odd sensation behind her eyes. It was like she was watching a film.

She was in the bleachers. Ricky and his 'pals' were there and were finishing up practice. The young woman was there too, and she looked very happy. She was playing with a ring on her finger, and then went down to see Ricky.

"Hi! That touch down was fabulous. You're a really good player!"

The boy just looked down at her with a look that could break anybody's heart, in a bad way. Her big blue eyes were sparkling.

"What do you want band nerd?" he asked in an arrogant English accent.

The girl looked awfully hurt.

"Wha..what do you mean band nerd?" she said. Her voice was cracking.

"Just what I said. Go and play with your instruments or whatever else you think is your friend."

The next thing she knew, Ricky was behind her.

"Is she okay? Find out why she's so upset."

"I'm not sure."

The girl looked at Melinda like she had seven heads.

"Not sure of what?"

Melinda looked closely at the jewelry the girl was wearing. The rings she was playing with was on a chain around her neck. The ring was tilted up just enough to see the inscription on the inside. In a lovely looking cursive, the silver band of the adornment clearly stated Milo.

"Your Milo."

"It depends on who's asking," she said.

Melinda laughed at the Milo's sense of humor. She was just like Ricky.

"I'm Melinda Gordon. Um, are you alright?" she asked.

Milo just played with a strand of chest length brown hair. It was also streaked with blue.

She sniffled and wiped a tear coming down her cheek.

"Yeah. Just a little dazed is all. If you don't mind, career day is kind of over and I have to go."

Melinda wasn't going to just leave this girl.

"Wait! Here's my card. If you need anything feel free to call."

Milo took the card and then ran back into the lobby. She only glanced back once and she looked a little bit freaked out.

"Oh Mel! You're here! I didn't see you come in. What is going to happen to Ned? I'm completely terrified!"

Melinda patted Delia on the back. "Look, he's coming out."

There was a distressed looking Ned being escorted by Officer Hasley.

"He's all yours." he said and then left.

Delia ran over and hit her son in the back of his head.

"Why did you do this to me Ned! I was so worried! I was looking all over for you and then I got a call from the cops! You cant scare me like that! Your all I have and if I lose you, I won't live with myself. Your so totally grounded!"

He just nodded and then walked out of the station to Delia's SUV.

"What am I going to do with him Mels?" She asked.

Melinda just shrugged. She was thanking God that her son didn't act that way…yet.

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