Kat here with chapter three!

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"Young lady, that's so tragic!" The woman exclaimed, touching her heart.

"I know." I whispered.

"So his name is Ryan?" she asked.

"Was Ryan. But yes, Ryan Jack Evans was his name." I answered.

"And you're Sharpay?"

"Yes, Sharpay Merideth Evans is me."

"That's a beautiful name, sweetheart." She said lovingly.

I smiled gently. She was a caring woman. "So what's your name?"

"I'm Charlotte." She explained.

"That's a nice name!"

"Thank you." Charlotte paused. "So where are you going to stay in New Mexico?"

"Actually, that's what I'm worried about. I just left without anywhere to go, really." I fumbled with my sleeve, picking out a few of the faux hairs.

"Well, you could stay with me; I like only a few houses down from East High School."

"East High?! That's where I went before…" I paused, and my eyes fell to the floor of the train, "Well, before Ryan and I moved to Montana."

"That's great! My daughter just moved out, so nobody lives in one bedroom. It's much big enough for a girl like you."

"Thank you so much, Charlotte!" I hugged her from the side. "So, what's your daughter like?"

"Well, she's amazing, really. She's moved to Hollywood because she got a record deal with Amazing Records."

"What's her name?"

"It's Marilyn McAllisty. She got it changed a few weeks ago."

"So what's your real last name?" I asked.

"My last name is Algud."

I giggled a little bit. "That's a funny last name."

She laughed. "I know; my husband was named that."

We laughed and chatted about her family and life, and then she asked me about mine. I answered all truthfully. I felt I could be open to Charlotte. She was like a second Grandma to me.

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When we arrived in Albuquerque, Charlotte's husband, Mitchell came to pick us up. He was wondering whom I was, so Charlotte and I played a trick on him.

"Who is this?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me as I climbed in the backseat of their small car.

"Dad, it's me, Marilyn." I lied, keeping a straight face. Those days in Drama Club have finally paid off!

"Marilyn?" He raised his bifocals and squinted his eyes at me. "Can you please sing one of your beautiful songs for me?"

"Mitchell, it's not Marilyn, it's Sharpay." Charlotte chuckled.

"Oh!" he paused as stopped at a red light. "And who is Sharpay?"

She told him my story. He understood in the end.

When we arrived at their house, I looked at it for a few seconds. It was old, you could tell. It was nice, though. It was a cobalt-blue, one story house with white shutters, a white door, a white roof, a well kept, green lawn with three bedrooms, and one bathroom. As I walked inside it, the first thing that drew my eye was a dark maroon wall on the left of me. The room was the living/dining room. It had a large beige sofa and matching armchair. There was a TV in front of both. Down the hall were all of the bedrooms. One was decorated in sage green, silver, and gold fabrics and accessories. That was Charlotte and Mitchell's room. The next room was decorated in baby blue, with clouds on the ceiling. This was the guest bedroom. The last one was to be mine. It was purple, lime green, pink, and turquoise all over. There was a large, queen sized bed in the middle of the far wall. There was an arch window on the left wall. It was covered in lime green curtains that were made of Egyptian cotton. There was a large, walk-in closet in the opposite wall of the window. I opened it, and it was empty. I took off my coat and put it on one of the hangers. Right as I closed the door, Charlotte walked in.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I love it!" I answered. "It's much better than what I had in Montana."

"I'm glad you like it. Now, we need to get you some new clothes for school on Monday!" She pulled two hundred-dollar bills and handed them to me.

"Wow, I haven't held this much money in about two years!" I exclaimed.

"I'll pick you up from the mall in three hours." She drove me to the familiar mall.

I spent most of the money on clothes, shoes, and accessories. I loved Charlotte. She was so unselfish. Finally, I went into the last store, a winter shop. I got a brand new coat. It was brown suede with tan faux fur around the collar and wrists. I declared myself finished right on time. Charlotte was probably outside waiting.

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It was Monday. I was wearing a turquoise, mesh-print baby doll top, light blue, rip and repair jeans, and silver, glittery ballet flats.

Mitchell was already at work, and Charlotte made me some oatmeal. I had my black and pink striped backpack ready to go to school.

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Alexa wrote most of this.

Kat