Author's Note: For those of you who have already read the first chapter of this story before today, please go back and read it again. Due to an extreme good case of writing without having trouble thinking of what to say, there is now a better chapter. Which is weird considering one minute I was listening to music and just had the sudden urge to write. Especially since it was about one or two in the morning! But anyway I hope you like the change, although not by much, and this new chapter introducing my second original character. Remember to review!

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Chapter Two: Megan Santini

Megan had been driving around for about ten minutes. She thought back to her conversation with her parents.

Megan had gotten a call from her parents from her friends house. She had only been there or an hour or so before getting the call. She got onto the phone and listened as her mother told her she had to come home right away and of course, as always, to be careful.

After saying goodbye to her friend, she got into her 1967 Chevy Camaro and drove to her house with the drive being only five minutes. When she got to her house she parked into her driveway and walked the pathway to their front door. When she walked into the house, she looked for her parents.

After a few minutes of looking into the different rooms in their Santa Monica house, she decided to try the upstairs. She thought it was strange that they weren't answering considering they had called her not too long ago, saying it was important she made her way home.

Finally she had found them. They were both in their bedroom, packing clothes and other various items. She sat down on the edge of their bed and folded her arms. "So what was so important?" She asked while she continued to look on as they continued to pack.

Her mother looked up and saw her daughter. Stopping, she walked over to where her daughter was and took a seat next to her. "Your father got a call about an hour ago. He has to go on a business meeting and I've decided to go with him."

Megan nodded. Sure they had to tell her that they were going out of town but she didn't see the need for them to have to tell her to be home in order to hear it. "I had to leave Lauren's house just to hear this?" She asked them, however, not in a rude manner. More of a confused manner.

"Well." Her father said, jumping into the conversation. "Your mother and I talked about it and we don't think it's a good idea for you to stay here by yourself."

Megan turned around quickly when she heard what her father had said. "What you don't trust me or something?" She asked them, getting annoyed with them. She thought they would be able to trust her. Never had she given them a reason not to. Sure she didn't do the right things when they weren't with her but they had never found out about it. Or at least that she knew of.

"We trust you." Her mother started, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It's just we don't think a seventeen year old girl should be in a house all by herself. It's just not that safe."

Megan understood where they were coming from. She was able to see it from their perspective but she wished they could see it from hers as well. She knew there was no sense in arguing about it though because either way, the answer would still be no. "So do I need to find someone to stay with until you get back?" She asked them, unsure of whether or not they had already made plans for her.

"You're going to stay with your aunt and uncle. We'll be back in a week but we're not leaving until tomorrow so you can stay here for the night." Her mother stood up and went to continue packing. "Oh and one more thing." She said, stopping herself. "Go to school. You can't miss anymore days Megan."

Megan nodded. "Okay." She then left and went into her bedroom. She had missed plenty of school days. She didn't miss them because she was sick. She had missed them because there were some days she felt like just being lazy and not doing anything.

It was almost ten in the morning. She had skipped school again even though her mother had told her just the day before that she couldn't miss anymore days. She waited at the red light, contemplating where to go. Just then she realized that her cousin, Sid, worked at the Zephyr shop. When the light turned green she made a left and continued on her path to the surf and skate shop.