Chapter 2

"Theresa, Theresa!" Two little kids jotted Theresa out of her sleep. 

She groaned and rolled over putting her pillow on her face. "I'm not here! Leave me alone!"

 The little kids left.

 She laughed to herself. "Well at least something is going right." She spoke too soon.

 "Theresa! You did not come back just to sleep all day! Get up!"

She groaned and faced him. "Look give me a break. I just got in last night."

"We gave you a break and look where it got us. Now you need to be up in five minutes. I don't want to have to come back in here." He walked out the door.

"Someone has not changed." She got up and looked around her room. It had changed completely. She did not care thought she was not planning to stay any way no matter what they said. She went over to her bag and got out a black leather shirt and white top. Then she grabbed her black high heels and her brush. She headed to the bathroom.

Miguel was walking out. "Hey you!" He hugged her. 

She hugged him back. "You're glad to see me?"

 "Of course. Look, I have to go Charity and I are meeting at the park. So um… welcome home. If I were you, I would get in there now before Luis does. " He ran out of the house.

She went into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it. She started to run the hot water, only hot water. When it started to fog the mirrors, she got in. She let the hot water run down her body and wash away all the feelings of being back here she had.  As she started to wash her hair and the smell of her shampoo started to get strong she though back. ~ Theresa was sitting in class watching the teacher mumble on about all the different chemicals and things. It was her first day and she did not like it too much. The kids would not stop staring at her.

 "Where do you think she's from?"

 "We'll with that fashion statement she's making I guess a small town. A place that obviously has no good stories."

Theresa was getting mad and ready to say something when the guy that was sitting behind her said. "I think that is makes her stand out. Unlike you Melanie, she doesn't blend in." That shut them up quick. Theresa smiled to herself and made a mental note to get to know this guy. All the sudden there was a tape at her shoulder. She turned around to face the guy that was behind her. "Yes?"

"You're hair doesn't smell bad either, like roses. Roses that is it. I like it."

She smiled. "I'm Resa you?"

 "Trey and I like that name Resa like Roses."

"Excuse me, Miss Lopiz-Fitgerald. Will you mind paying attention." She faced front and Trey whispered in her ear.  "Lopiz-Fitgerald is it? Resa Lopiz-Fitgerald well we'll have to get together later…." ~ Theresa finished her shower, dried her self off and started to dry her hair.  The curls made it harder to dry but it was worth it. She quickly dressed and head out the living room.

Kay woke up to a pillow in her face. "Ok Resa that's is not funny! You know how I am about being woken up early." She opened her eyes and was shocked to see her father and Jessica standing over. "It wasn't a dream."

"No, Kay it wasn't. You're back home which means that you aren't going to be sleeping late any more!"

She moaned. "Dad, please just…"

"That's also not going to work any more. I want you up and dressed and down stairs in five minutes!"

 He walked out the door.

Jessica was standing there smiling.

"Leave now!"

Jessica only laughed and walked out of the room.

Kay went over to her bag and grabbed her black boots, her leather jacket, leather pants and a shirt that was white with a black design on it that brought tears to her eyes. ~~ "Come Resa, why not take these boys up on their offer. It's not everyday we get new clothes."

"Ok, Kat I'll do it."

 Trey locked his arm with Resa's and they started walking. They found a small store that did not look like much from the outside.

"Ladies first", the guys said as they held the door.

"We never had guys like that in Harmony."

"I know I love it here, Resa"

Kat held up three shirts. "So which on do you like, Ricky?" She showed them to him.

He smiled "This one." He picked out the white one with a black design.

"Why?" She asks.

"Put it on and you'll see."

She slips it on over her shirt. "What?"

He takes his finger and follows the design. "Because it leads right up to these." He traces her lips with his finger. Then he kissed her. When they separated, she looked at the shirt and then said. "This one is defiantly a keeper." She was not just talking about the shirt. ~ She got dressed and put on make up to cover up her swollen eyes and the streaks she had from crying. Then she walked down stairs and into the living room.

~End of chapter 2~