As I entered I saw the most beautiful girl every, sitting on the ground? I found strangely attracted to her.
"Can you give me a hand?" she asked me smiling. I stepped out of my reverie. As I help her up, I see the garbage lying near her.
"What happened?" I asked giving her a questioning look.
"Oh, I fell off the garbage!" she exclaimed fixing the garbage can.
"So? Are you going to tell me why you were up there?" I quizzed, looking for her facial expressions. She stifled a laugh.
"Shhh…" She said putting her finger to her lips. She closed the door quietly. "This probably is the worst impression ever, but I needed… to… " She couldn't finish the sentence she seemed to ashamed. Instead she pointed to the toilet where a cigarette drifted. "Sorry, about that! Actually I fell when you opened the door, and that was where it landed. Thanks goodness, eh?" she said with a smile. I couldn't help, but smile back.
"Don't worry, I know what you mean!" I often had done exactly the same thing.
"Look, I'd really like to keep talking to you, but my new Mom's waiting for me outside…" What did she mean by 'New Mom'? "Oh, one question though?" I nodded. "How'd you get in? I mean I locked the door?" Great work Scott tell the new girl your identification.
"Uh, I used a coat hanger!" I said, was that believe able? She seemed to think so. She flushed the toilet and was heading out when... "Wait! Can I have your number?" I asked turning a bright shade of red.
"I don't even know my number!" I tried to hide my disappointment. "But… my name is Charlie, well Charlotte." She gave me a smile and left. Why did I feel so pulled to her.

What is taking this girl in the bathroom so long. I could see Julie fidgeting with her hands. She has been in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes.
"Sorry, I couldn't get the door unlocked!" Relief flooded over Julie. It was strange though that comment, because this might sound strange, but I knew for a fact the lock never got stuck. Charlotte, this girl also smelt like smoke. Well if I want to know something I'll just go talk to my Father.
"Well, bye ladies!" I exclaimed "Nice to have met you Charlotte," She smiled. Boy, was that smile like Maria's?
"Hey Dad?" I asked, knocking on my Fathers office door. He was the sheriff, he had known Maria too.
"Hey Kyle!" He exclaimed shutting the folder he was searching in.
"Dad, I need a favour?" he nodded, so I went on. "You have to do a person search for me, please!" I almost begged my Father. I saw a look distress on his face.
"You know, I can't. It's confidential." He said. Once I tell him the person he's sure to come through.
"I think I've found Maria's daughter!" He stopped fidgeting with the pencil he had. I saw his face change to a very curious looking face. He had gotten remarried to Maria's Mother, Amy DeLuca. She had died though, Amy. She didn't even get to meet her first grandchild.
"Where?" He asked. Yes! I knew that would do it.
"Julie, she adopted her." He saw his Father face look grim. Great now he thinks this is just all about Julie! "No, it not about Julie!" I saw him question me 'how?'. "She wore the same necklace, just like the one you gave Maria when you and Amy got married…" I hated to bring up such a sore subject as Amy, but this was important.
"C'mon…" He said, and beckoned for me to follow him.