A/N: Sheesh, two months for me to finally update this story! As an FYI, this will probably be one of my longest stories. Therefore it'll probably be a longer wait in between chapters. I'll try my best though. I also noticed in the last chapter Diane said something about "getting the hiccups," but I meant for her to thank Cody for getting RID of them. Ah well. Enjoy!

Around the same time that Diane met Cody, Steffanie was driving home, keeping an eye on the car seat beside her. The fake baby, courtesy of Mr. Fetus's class project, was letting out a recorded wail.

"God! This is the second time in the past twenty minutes that you're crying!" Steffanie grumbled. Unlike Ella's partner, Steffanie was stuck a complete asshole. His name was Douglas Mayostard, who was the biggest pothead she'd ever known. In addition, he hadn't even offered to take the baby home. Besides, if he did I think our baby's battery would over circuit due to the pot fumes Steffanie thought bitterly as she drove into her driveway. Struggling to carry in everything she brought to school (as well as the baby), she opened her screen door by hooking her toes in the crack and pulling out.

"Mom, I'm home!" she cried as the door slammed behind her. She could faintly hear organ-like music coming from the living room. To her embarrassment, her mother was kneeling on the floor in an old-fashioned dress. Her eyes were closed and her head was low as she prayed. In front of her sat the Bible with a cross necklace atop it. Ten Yankee Candles burned around her like a crop circle, giving off the scent of lavender.

"Amen," her mother whispered, opening her eyes and blowing each candle out. Once every candle was extinguished, eyes rested on her daughter and the car seat she carried.

"Is that a baby? Oh I can't believe you didn't follow your chastity promise! What will your future husband think, knowing you had a one night stand before college?! Of course I am proud you didn't abort it. Killing an infant like that is so sinful!" her mother rambled, going on and on about how she was happy but furious at the same time.

"Mom, don't worry! It's a robotic baby. You know the ones they give out in health class? It's just like that," she explained hurriedly over the baby's continuous wailing. Her mother gave her a quizzical look. Sighing, Steffanie continued. "And I'm still a virgin."

"Praise the Lord for that!" her mother said, relief in her voice. "What is the baby's name?" she asked as they headed into the kitchen.

"I haven't actually thought of one," Steffanie admitted, "all I know is that it's a girl."

"That's obvious, though. You didn't even bother clothing the child!" her mother cried, pointing at the baby's plastic vagina.

"Hang on," Steffanie said, rummaging through the kitchen cupboards. At last, she found an old dishtowel and wrapped it around the infant.

"How do you make it stop crying?" her mother asked. Steffanie just remembered; her baby had been crying for nearly ten minutes. Digging through her pockets, she finally pulled out a set of keys. Each key was etched with words like Diaper Change and Burping. Finding the keyhole on the baby's back, she began to find which key would silence the crying, which was getting more obnoxious by the second. Within seconds, the baby made a cooing noise and became quiet as Steffanie pulled out the key that said Lullaby.

"Thank goodness. It's a shame I'll have to hear that all during spring break," her mother complained, rubbing her temples. Steffanie pursed her lips, trying to bite back her retort. Maybe you wouldn't have to hear her crying if I could go to Disney World! But you're too prude to realize that not everyone walks around in turtlenecks and joins a convent by the age of five. Besides, my shirt wasn't even THAT bad! It had some cleavage, but it wasn't like my nipples were popping out! Steffanie thought bitterly.

"Yeah, too bad," Steffanie grumbled. Cradling her fake baby and her backpack, she went upstairs to her bedroom. She sat the baby on top of her pillow while her bookbag was tossed into a corner. Picking up her laptop from under the bed, , she logged onto IM. Luckily, she wasn't the only one on.

Maggsters: Hey Steff. How are ya?

FrolloFan: Grumpy. Mom still is unwilling to let me go to Disney.

Maggsters: She won't be if you go somewhere else.

FrolloFan: Huh?

LanieBug: Yeah! Tell her Maggie, tell her!

FrolloFan: Elaine?! How the heck did you get in this chat room?

LanieBug: I have my ways ((cackles maniacally))

FrolloFan: WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?

Maggsters: Well, I was over at Elaine's house after school today

LanieBug: And we figured out a way to get you in Florida without your mom bugging out!

FrolloFan: REALLY? WHAT IS IT?

Maggsters: I just sent you the link. Open up your email!

LanieBug: Yeah, open it up!

Scrolling eagerly across the screen, Steffanie browsed through her inbox. Sure enough, Maggie's email was in there. Clicking on the virtual envelope, she was directed to the Ave Maria University, which was down in Florida. Apparently, the college was offering an intense religious program for a week. How is this supposed to help me though? she thought glumly. It was the exact same week that they'd be going to Disney World. Unless--

FrolloFan: I'm confused. Why did you guys send me this?

Maggsters: If you noticed, it has the same fee as the Disney World trip! AND it's the same week!

LanieBug: So all you have to do is get the money, but put it towards the Disney trip instead!

Maggsters: And your mom will think you're really being a nun for the whole week instead of partying with strangers hugging small children in life-size costumes!

FrolloFan: That's really sweet of you guys to be thinking of me, but I can't lie to my mom like that

LanieBug: WHAT?!

Maggsters: Why not? You've had no problems doing it before!

LanieBug: Yeah, what makes this any different?

FrolloFan: What if she finds out? She'd never trust me again! Plus, what if I got hurt at the park? A lot of people die on roller coasters, you know!

Maggsters: That's because they weren't secured in all the way

LanieBug: Or they had Santa bellies and ugly muffin tops and it interfered with the safety features

Maggsters: What the heck is a muffin top?

LanieBug: It's when people wear tight jeans and their hip fat spills over. And their belly fat too if its REALLY bad.

FrolloFan: Ew, that's gross. I'll ask my mom though. Maybe I'll just go to the Ave Maria college thing and you guys could drive me to Disney World

Maggsters: But that means we'd have to drive 3 hours to get you and then another 3 getting back.

LanieBug: So if you think about it, we'd spend 12 hours a day in the car. Which we'd have to rent, cause we're flying down. Besides, we'd have to drop off at the college after a day at the park.

FrolloFan: Maybe I could stay in your hotel room!

Maggsters: But you have to give the resort a heads up of how many people are in your room. And they have to be staying with you the entire time. So it'd be easier to lie to your mom

FrolloFan: BUT I CAN'T LIE TO MY MOM ABOUT SOMETHING THIS HUGE!

LanieBug: You can try. We're not saying you have to lie, Steffanie. But it's an option to consider. I gotta go, but I'll let you think about it.

((LanieBug has signed off))

FrolloFan: Well, what do you think Maggie?

Maggsters: I guess Elaine is right. You should think about this for yourself.

((Maggsters has signed off))

Steffanie glared at her computer screen. Although she couldn't help but admire her friend's dedication, she was a bit skeptical. Normally lying to her mother was second nature. But who knows what could happen if she lied about this? There were too many incidents on TV when teenagers went missing or kidnapped. She didn't want to be one more. And with that, she signed off, thinking about her options. When she felt like her brain was going to explode, she looked over at the plastic baby she was taking care of. It seemed slightly angelic, with a smile frozen on its face. Its little fists were balled together as if it were going into a boxing match. But other than that, it was down right cute.

Taking in its looks, Steffanie noticed its green eyes, olive skin, and wispy black hair.

"I think I'll call you Esmeralda," she smiled. At least one decision was made. But the next one she'd have to make would be a lot tougher.

A/N: Finally, I finished the chapter! Your reviews make me want to continue the story, so keep on reviewing and reading! Love you guys! Mucho love, Opal