Previously:

"The social worker is here!" Ryan managed to blurt out.

Melissa gulped...

"It... they... she... can't!" Melissa panicked. "I love you guys... I've been with you the longest that I've ever stayed with anybody! I've been with you for four years, five if you count the one that you were my foster family, and you've LEGALLY ADOPTED me!!"

"Calm down, sweetie," Zeke walked over to Melissa, and rested his hand paternally on her shoulder. "Everything will be, okay.

"But, you've met the lady, Daddy. You know how..." Melissa whispered to Zeke, when a woman interrupted her.

" Jacquelyn Melissa Bolton..." The woman began.

The woman was short, wore large over- sized bottle- cap lense glasses, resembled an about to explode plum, and wore the stern face of Ms. Darbus.

"Baylor, Mrs. Prescott," Melissa corrected.

"Same difference!" Mrs. Prescott scuffed. Okay, so she was WAY WORSE than Ms. Darbus.

Melissa flinched at Mrs. Prescott's loud and harsh voice.

"Anyways, Jacquelyn, I came here, because I heard reports of an accident," Ms. Prescott eyed Sharpay and Zeke.

Melissa's body pressed back into the bed as far as she could, and gulped.

"Care to explain?" Mrs. Prescott asked, peering over her glasses.

"I... I..." Melissa stuttered, as Mrs. Prescott pulled a notepad and pen out of her large, over- sized purse. "... I don't remember!"

"Really?" Mrs. Prescott asked in a softer tone. "You mean to tell me, that YOU DON'T REMEMBER, EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE THERE!!" The woman boomed.

"She was knocked unconscious!" Allison said, joining to conversation.

Mrs. Prescott turned towards the voice, and then walked over to the young girl.

"And, who might you be?" Mr. Prescott challenged.

"Allison Baylor," Allison smiled proudly.

"Ah, yes, the Baylor's minion. I should have known. Still the same temper, I see..." Mrs. Prescott noted.

"I don't have a temper!" Allison shot back, as tears welled in her eyes. She hated it when people who looked old enough to be her Grandma yelled at her.

"Miss Baylor, you care about your... sister... am I correct?"

"Yes,"

"You're not even related, nor do you look a bit a alike. You are aware of this, correct?"

"Yes. But she's still my older sissy, and I love her!" Allison declared.

And at that moment, Melissa, Sharpay, Zeke, and Ryan had never felt more proud to call Allison their 'own'.

"I can tell... Sorry to interrupt your fuming, but I am here on business, and business is money!" Mrs. Prescott told them.

"Which is...?" Sharpay questioned, annoyed by the older woman's arrogance, and lack of manners.

"I quote: 'We leave our daughter, Jacquelyn Melissa Bolton to the New Mexico State Legal System. We wish for her to be put up for adoption when the time and right family comes. But, we give our consent for you to take her out of ANYONES care if you see them fit, at ANY time. We do not wish for her to be within a 100 feet of either of us until she is at least 18, and hopefully able to understand why did this. We are unable to take care of her at this time, but we wish for her to know that we love her very much. - Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton.' That, Dearie, is what their wishes are," Mrs. Prescott told them.

"The letter they left me at the fire station with," Melissa whispered to herself.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Prescott snapped.

"In the letter, they said that they want to know me when the time is right!" Melissa exclaimed. Most girls would have been in hysteric tears by now, but not Melissa. She had been made stronger than most from everything that she had been through.

"Miss Bolton. I have seen thousands of children's cases, all with the same kind of letter, and the same weep story. I do not have time for this nonsense! It's the way things are. And hate to tell you, but things won't change!"

"Things DO change!" Melissa shouted back, fury in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Prescott asked curiously.

"I mean, what would you say, if... if ... I told you that I've met my birth parents?" Melissa asked cautiously, hoping that the worst wouldn't come.

"Elaborate, Miss Bolton!" Mrs. Prescott demanded.

"I've met my birth parents, well, just my birth father, really, because... because... because they're in this hospital!" Melissa said the last part really quickly, and then let out a sigh of relief...

Disclaimer: I don't own, nor am I associated with "HSM" in any way! I do own Mrs. Prescott, the other OCs, though.

A/ N: So... what did you guys think of this chapter? Mrs. Prescott? I do have pictures of the characters that I created, now! The URL is: http:// hypermangokid/ secret4mesecret4uhsmfic. Htm (Just take out the spaces). Thanks for reviewing the last chapter, and reading this one! As always, reviews are really, really appreciated!