A/N: So anyway, how are ya'll today. I think that right after I post this, that I am going to start typing the next chapter, so be happy… :D Yesterday was my mother's 40th birthday… and tomorrow I get to see my nephews… I am happy… so yeah, if you haven't heard the song 'Chemicals React' by Aly and AJ, then you definitely should, because that is a great song.

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"I've decided to hire…" She looked at each prospective employee. "Ryan Evans." She smiled. The others muttered to themselves, and left. Mrs. Larson motioned for Ryan to come over to her. He picked up his water bottle, which was still half full, and made his way to his boss.

"You did an excellent job. You have great stage presence, and you dance incredibly. You were dressed well, and you seem to be real fit, from what I saw with how much water you had left versus the others." She said.

"Thank you, ma'am." He said. She smiled at him.

"May I ask you why you came for this job?" She asked. Ryan adopted a serious look on his face.

"To be honest, my dad died last year, and left my twin sister and me with a great deal of money. We wouldn't have to work until after college, but my sister is pregnant, and we don't want to deplete our trust fund, so we both decided to get jobs so that we can take care of this baby." He told her.

"That is very noble of you. I am sure that when the child grows up, it will be a very good dancer." She laughed. Ryan joined with her.

"Yes, my sister also loves dancing."

"Has she gotten a job?"

"Yes, she got a job as a Teen Crisis Counselor from home." Mrs. Larson nodded.

"That is very interesting."

"Yeah, she is excited."

"Okay, well the class starts next week. What time do you want to have it?" Ryan thought about this. His advanced dance class was in the same building, and his class started at four.

"Two hour classes you say?" he asked. She nodded. "Okay, well, let's make it at two o'clock."

"Okay, and there is an advanced U-18 class in that classroom afterwards.

"Yeah, I am in that class."

"Wow, are you sure you can do four hours of dancing." She gave him a skeptical look.

"Yes, my sister and I would go from practice and then practice for a few hours at home all the time. I don't think that I'll die of exhaustion or anything." Mrs. Larson chuckled.

"Okay, well, I will see you on Monday. Oh, and you get paid every Friday also." She said. Ryan nodded, and left. When he got home, Sharpay was still waiting for the Crisis Line people to show up.

"Still no show?" he asked her.

"Nope, they just called and said that they will be here in about fifteen minutes." She told him.

"So guess what?" He said.

"What? Did you get the job?" she asked, suddenly remembering.

"I am now the dance instructor for the advanced U-10 class." Sharpay jumped up, and hugged her brother.

"I am so happy for you!" She said. There was a knock at the door. When she answered it, the woman from Crisis Line shook her hand.

"I am Mrs. Montgomery. And this is Alex. He is going to install the line for your phone." Sharpay let them in, and they decided to put the box in the living room, where there was a desk. It was attached to the home phone line. Whenever Sharpay had the box turned on, it recorded the hours she had it on. Sharpay also got a wireless headset so she could be doing things while she talked. After it was installed, Sharpay had to fill out some paperwork, and got her identification number. Her number was SE127. Mrs. Montgomery told her that she could start working whenever she wanted to, so she turned it on right away. She put on the headset, and picked up the book she was given, it was helpful hints, guidelines and certain things that could be said in order to calm the teen in crisis down. After five minutes of calling, she got her first call.

"Teen Crisis Line, how may I help you?" she answered. There was a crying girl on the other end.

"Hello?" she cried.

"Hello, how can I help you?" Sharpay asked.

"My… my dad… he just died." The girl cried.

"Shhh, everything is going to be alright, you just need to take a deep breath and talk to me, okay?" Sharpay could hear the girl take a large staggering breath.

"Okay." She said.

"May I ask how it happened?" Sharpay asked.

"He died of cancer."

"That's terrible. Can I also ask how old you are?"

"I am fifteen."

"Okay, let me tell you this, I lost my father when I was just sixteen. He died of leukemia. I just want to say that I don't know exactly how you feel, but I have a little bit of an idea."

"I loved him so much." She cried.

"Of course you did. He was your father."

"I know. I don't know if I can ever get over this."

"I am sure you can. You'll hurt for a while, but the pain goes away after a while."

"But doesn't that mean that I don't love him anymore?"

"No, that just means that you are okay with the fact that he died. It means that you are going to go on, doing the stuff you need to do, and help out those that are still in pain."

"Like my mom?"

"Like your mom."

"Did you have to help out with your mom?" She asked.

"No, my mom left when we were eight. But I helped my brother."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"There is no reason to be sorry for me. I'm here to concentrate on you. I need to help you through this."

"Talking to you has helped a lot. I need to go though."

"Okay, well I will give you my identification number if you want to talk to me again."

"Okay. That would be good."

"It's SE127."

"Thank you." she said.

"You are welcome and good bye."

"Bye." Sharpay pushed the off button.

"Good job sis." Ryan said.

"Thank you brother."

"Which room do you want to use for the nursery?" Ryan asked. Sharpay stood up, and they went upstairs to look at the two guest rooms. One of which was between Ryan and Sharpay's room.

"This one would be good. We can both get up in the night and check on the baby." She suggested. Ryan nodded. They went inside, and looked around at the room, it had a bed and a dresser, and that was it. Sharpay's earpiece rang two short rings. That meant the house phone. She pressed the button on the headphone, which was the answer button.

"Hello?" Sharpay asked.

"Hey." Kelsi said.

"Oh, hey, you want to talk to Ryan?" She asked. Kelsi told her yes, so Sharpay went and got the cordless for Ryan. They discussed Ryan getting the new job. The great thing about the headpiece was that you could turn it on or off by the buttons on the earphone, and the best part yet was that while Ryan was talking on the house phone, Sharpay could still answer the Crisis Line phone. This had been something that worried her. She went back down stairs to answer another crisis call while Ryan talked to his girlfriend. This time it was a boy who wanted to kill himself, and he was only twelve years old. Sharpay felt sorry for him.

At six o'clock, Sharpay began to make dinner. That night it was chicken with rice and broccoli in cream of chicken soup. As she was making it, she had one more call. She was lucky to not have any calls while they ate dinner. That night, she had eight calls total, when she shut off the box. She had worked for seven hours. Each of them would get paid on Fridays.

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By July first, they had saved up a good amount of money. They hadn't bought anything yet, because they wanted to buy stuff that was gender appropriate. They had saved $1,500 for the baby so far. On July first, Ryan and Kelsi accompanied Sharpay to the doctor to find out what she was having.

"Sharpay Evans." The nurse called. The three of them stood up, and made their way to the exam room.

"You've got a new person with you this week." She smiled.

"Oh, this is Kelsi; she is going to be the Godmother of my baby." Sharpay stated.

"I am?" She said, astonished.

"Yep, I decided that I wanted you to be the Godmother." Sharpay smiled.

"Oh thank you, thank you!" She hugged Sharpay. She and Ryan had discussed that earlier in the week, but accidentally-on purpose 'forgot' to mention it to her. They got to the exam room, and Sharpay sat on the bed.

"Hello Sharpay." Dr. Emerson said. Sharpay smiled.

"Hello." She replied. The doctor checked her for gestational diabetes, which turned out negative, and then got out the ultrasound. The Vitamin E jelly was cold on Sharpay's stomach, and it made her jump. She had gotten the pregnant belly, so she rarely went outside into the public. When they went shopping for baby stuff, they decided to drive up to Santa Fe, where they didn't know anybody. It was only an hour away.

They all looked at the screen, and saw the baby. Sharpay thought it was cute already. Dr. Emerson pointed out where the baby was.

"Did you decide whether or not you're going to give the baby up for adoption?" She asked.

"I am going to keep it." The doctor smirked.

"That is a great choice. I am glad you came to that decision." She said.

"Well, you helped, as did Kelsi." Dr. Emerson raised an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"She's adopted, so yeah, she let me know how the child would feel eighteen years from now."

"Ah. Now, do you want to know the gender of your baby?" She asked.

"Yes please." Sharpay answered.

"Well, I am pleased to tell you that you are going to have a…"

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Supergirl-with-no-super-powers – yes… you read it… ANOTHER CLIFFIE! LOL