BloominDaisy: I loved the review! Lol! Yeah, I was afraid that it was going to turn into a soap opera…but I do love General Hospital…and I know everything is going a little too perfect. Like it rarely happens that you are set up with someone that you really like. (I kind of just wrote away, and this is what I got! I should have just ended it while I was ahead.) It annoys me too. (Like I hate to read the stories where everyone is happy and everything goes their way…but it looks like this story is turning into one of those! Please save me from it! lol!)

Holly woke up and walked down the stairs into her living room. Paul and Lena were watching the morning news. "Good morning mom, good morning dad." "Good morning honey." They said in unison. "You're up early." Paul acknowledged. "I couldn't sleep." Holly answered.

The phone started ringing. Holly ran over to it and picked it up, before anyone else could. "Hello?" "Hey Holly! Is your mom there?" Bridget asked. "Yeah Bee, here she is." Holly handed the phone to her mom, knowing very well what Bridget was going to say over the phone. "Hey Bridget, what's up?" Lena walked out of the room and onto the porch. Ten minutes later she came back in with a look of shock on her face. "You'll never guess what Bee just told me." "What?" Paul asked. "Yeah what?" Holly asked her mom. Lena sat back down in between Paul and Holly. "I thought for sure that Ella would have already told you…Bridget just found out that she's pregnant." "Ok," Holly said, turning to face Lena. "So I may have already known."

Carmen ran up to Esperanza's room, and threw open the door. Esperanza'a eyes jerked open and she shot up. "Can I help you mom? It's only eight o'clock in the morning." Esperanza picked up her watch and threw it at Carmen. "Yes, but Bridget just called me…I have some news." "Oh my gosh! Is everything ok? Did Ella get hurt?" Esperanza was freaking out. "No she's fine honey. It's Bridget. She's pregnant." Carmen explained. "No way…" Esperanza picked up her phone and dialed Ella's number. She got her voice mail.

"Hey Ella its Esi…I just found out. Call me…I was just checking to see if you were ok."

Anna had been running on her treadmill when Tibby came into den and turned down the volume on the radio. "I just talked to Bridget. She's pregnant." Anna stopped running. Her foot got caught on the belt and she flew backwards. "Way to give me a warning Mom!" Anna stood up and brushed herself off. "Wait…are you serious? Mom, Bee is like 43 years old. She can't have another child…can she?" "It's just like you, not to pay attention in that health class of yours. Yeah, she can still have children. I swear…sometimes…never mind. Don't worry about it. Go back to running." "I don't think I can Mom. I, um…I think I sprained my ankle." Anna fell down on the couch and took off her shoe. "Very funny Anna. Now, I have to be at the office. Jordan is coming by today to view the final product. Eve is with your dad." "I love you too mom!" Anna yelled after Tibby had already walked out the front door.

I'm so losing it! I'm seriously contemplating just deleting this story…BUT I'M NOT SURE!

Ella walked into the hallways of her new school. Hundreds of students made their way to their lockers. Girls were hugging each other; guys were leaning against the walls, checking out the new students…mainly the new girls. Ella shoved her way through a group and found her locker. "Crap!" It wouldn't open. She tried it again. Before she could try it once more, a hand came over her shoulder and reached for the lock. "Here let me help." The girl kept her hand on the lock. "Well what's the combination?" She asked. "Oh…sorry!" Ella told her the combination and the locker opened on the girl's first try. "Thanks." Ella said to her. "I'm Ella. Ella Walker." "Tiki." "I'm sorry? What did you say your name was?" Ella asked, trying not to laugh. "I hate my real name. My older brother started calling me Tiki when I was younger. It stuck." "Oh…well you can just call me Ella. I'm new. And by the way, what's your actual name?" Ella reached out her hand to shake Tiki's. Tiki started to laugh. "See, I could tell right off the bat that you were new. And no, I will not tell you my actual name. You'll have to find that out by yourself. Come on. We're in the same home room." "Ok," Ella said, shutting her locker and picking up her book bag to follow Tiki.

Tiki was a little taller than Ella, and her big, black, combat like boots were to blame. Her short red hair was styled into a mohawk and she was wearing an outfit that she had obviously ripped to shreds herself. "I love your outfit." Ella said to her. Tiki turned around and flashed Ella a smile. "Well your wardrobe definitely needs some help!"

Ella looked down at what she was wearing. She hadn't spent a lot of time figuring out what she was going to wear on the first day of school. She thought that a pair of khaki pants and a light blue polo shirt would cut it. But now she could tell that the ensemble wouldn't cut it in New York City…maybe in Bethesda, but not here. "It would have been ok for my old school!" "Yeah? Where did you used to live?" Tiki asked her as they both sat down in two desks, near the back of the room. "I'm from Bethesda, Maryland. It's near D.C." "Oh, I've never heard of it. Doesn't sound too interesting." Ella was about to say something but the teacher walked into the class room and shut the door. He started taking roll right away.

"Andrews, Taylor. Asher, Penelope. Avery, Griffin…" Each student answered to their own name. The teacher went on. "…Green, Sarah. Hanson, Nicole…Kennicot, Esther…Esther? Is there an Esther Kennicot here?" All of the students looked around, searching for Esther. "Tiki? They're calling your name…" A boy who had been listening to his CD player poked Tiki in the side. Tiki looked at Ella and shrugged. "Here!" She called out. Ella covered her mouth so that she wouldn't laugh as hard. The teacher called out some more names until he finally made it to Ella's. "Walker, Ella…" "Present." Ella called down to the front of the classroom. "Ok…if any of you have any questions about the school, then I'm not the one to ask! The name's Mr. Klein. I'm new here. I'll also be the new soccer coach. Everyone have a great first day of school, and I'll see you tomorrow."

All of the students piled out of the class room and into the hallways, once again.

Ella and Tiki…(aka Esther)…had already compared schedules. The only two classes they had in common were English and Art. Other than that, Ella would have to start making some more friends.

But she came to find out, as the day went on, that the boy who had pointed out Tiki's true identity was in all of her classes, even Art. He sat down, across from her and Tiki in Art and threw his book bag on the table. "Es, where'd you get that hideous outfit?" "You're one to be talking Ivan. Those plaid pants are to die for…literally." Tiki stuck her tongue out at Ivan. "Ella this is Ivan…he's my boyfriend." "Yeah, we've met already. He's in all of my classes." Ella took out her sketch book and was now searching through her book bag to find her drawing pencils. "Crap! I can't find my pencils. I must have left them at home." "Well here, you can use mine for today." Tiki took out an elaborate set of pencils and shoved them in Ella's direction. "My dad got them for me…I rarely use them." "You are a spoiled brat Es." Ivan leaned back in his chair. "Shut up." Tiki shot back. "And I told you to call me Tiki…not Es. You know I hate it." "And that's why I do it!" Ivan finished the conversation.

Ella also came to find out that Tiki lived only a block away from Eric's building. Ella invited Tiki back to the apartment to do homework. No one was home when the two walked in. Eric and Bridget had press conferences all day. They wouldn't be home until later that night. "Make yourself at home!" Ella yelled from the kitchen. "I'll try too!" Tiki joked. "Did you just move in here? It's a mess!" "Yeah," Ella came back out with two bottles of water. "My mom and I have been here for a few weeks. We moved in with Eric. He's the men's soccer coach at Columbia. My mom's the women's coach." "So is that how they met?" Tiki asked. "Oh no!" Ella moved a box off of the couch and sat down. "They've known each other since my mom was like sixteen. He was nineteen…I think. The details are a bit scruffy." Ella continued to talk; until she had told Tiki the entire story…she didn't leave a single detail out. Ella even told Tiki about the pants.

When she had finished, Tiki sat back in awe. "That's a very interesting story…very funny too! I mean, after all these years! Your mom meets up with Eric again and now she's having his baby!" "Sounds like a soap opera right?" Ella laughed at the story along with Tiki. "Everyone you know…I mean. The pants sound amazing too! But you can't wash them? Not even to get the smell out?" "The smell's not that bad…after a little Febreeze!" Ella pulled out a picture album and showed Tiki a picture of the pants. It happened to be a picture of Bridget with an old friend. "Oh, yeah that's my mom's ex boyfriend, and friend…I think his name is Billy…Billy…why can't I think of his last name! Oh yeah! Billy Klein. That's it. My mom knew him from Alabama." Tiki stared at the picture. "He looks familiar…like I know him from some where. But I don't know any Billy Kleins!" Tiki shut the book and placed it back in the box. "So, let's get started on this homework that the teachers decided to give us on the first night."

Billy Klein stood in the front of his class room the next morning. There was something about one of his students that reminded him of an old girlfriend. In fact, she was almost the exact spitting image of Bridget. He knew that Bridget Vreeland had moved to New York City just recently, but it would be ironic if he was teaching her daughter. After the bell rang, he pulled Ella aside. "Um, I'm sorry to bother you Ella…but I have the strangest question to ask of you." "Ok…but can you hurry? I've got to get across the campus in less than five minutes." "Yeah, it won't take long. Your mother wouldn't happen to be Bridget Vreeland, would it?" Billy brought his hand up to his chin, awaiting the answer that would come out of Ella's mouth. "Actually, yeah it is. She's the soccer…" "Yeah, yeah, I know that part. It's just that you look just like her." "A lot of people say that!" Ella exclaimed, about to drop her pile of books. "I really have to go now though. I'll see you later Mr. Klein." Ella tried her hardest to run out of the room. She didn't need to be late for her next class. "Bye Ella." Billy called.

Bridget and Eric were both home tonight, and Ella had invited Tiki to eat dinner with them. "Oh yeah, my homeroom teacher wanted me to give you this. I don't know why…but here it is anyways." Bridget took the envelope and opened it. As her eyes moved over the words, Ella and Tiki's curiosity grew. "What does it say?" Eric asked her. "Ella hasn't already gotten into trouble, has she?"

"No…No she's fine. It's me who's in trouble." Bridget took the letter and crumpled it up into a ball. "Looks like someone else from my past lives in the City…Eric…Billy's Ella's teacher."

(Evil laugh! Evil laugh!) Hope you enjoy this chapter! Rachel