Authors Note: Otay, in regards to my first review, I'd like to say that everything is as it was in the first version. Just typos we're fixed and a few parts where re-worded to flow better. Other than that, nothing has changed. Not the characters, plots, chapters, couples, etc. Everything is the same. No unexpected plot changes here. :

"Sabree? Sabree, honey, wake up."

I groan at the sound of the all too perky voice echoing throughout my room. It was Mia. I wasn't sure about the time, but it was defiantly too early for her to be so. . . perky. You'd think I'd be used to her perkiness after two weeks. Well, think again.

I hear the blinds open. My eyes peek open a bit, but the harsh rays of the California sun flood into them, and they snap back shut. "Fuck. What time is it?"

"Watch your language, young lady, and its' 9:30. Get up and dressed, Josephine will be in shortly to watch your bedding."

"Josephine?" I ask. I was never introduced to a Josephine.

"Our maid. She was visiting some family back in Mexico when you came. She's quiet lovely. Anywho, hop to it, dearest, Josephine will be done with breakfast any minute now." With that, I watch the tiny blonde woman leave my room, closing my door quietly on her way out. I crash back on my bed to make light conversation with the ceiling for a minute or two, before I roll myself out of bed.

I yawn and stretch before walking to my dresser to pull out an outfit for today. A pair of frayed jeans and a simple black tank top. On top of that, I throw on my hoodie. I've grown quite accustom to it, even in the hottest of California weather.

I throw my hair into a quick, and I do mean quick, sloppily pieced bun, throw on my Converse, and head down stairs. Immediately, I feel 8 pairs of eyes on me all at once. 6 of those eyes felt hauntingly comforting to me, but the last pair was new.

Mia finishes up her eggs as quickly as a lady like herself could, and sets her fork down, "Oh, honey, you're not wearing that are you? It looks as if you may need a whole new wardrobe. Don't worry. I'll take you shopping tonight. Oh, yes, Josephine, this is Sabree, the child we're taking in. Sabree, this is our maid, Josephine."

Josephine and I exchange questionable glances. No 'Hi, nice to meet you', or anything. That was okay with me. Tyler slams his glass down to signify he's finished. That caused all the unwanted attention to shift from me to him.

"Um, I'm going to go show Sabree around town some more." He said, slicking back his silky chestnut hair with his hand. It stays put for a few seconds but falls back to curtain his eyes again.

Larry nods, "Alright, son. Just be back before dinner, and stay away from any trouble, ya hear, boy?"

"Gotcha, Pop. C'mon foster girl, let's go."

Again, the urge to punch him comes flooding back, as I hiss out my name once more. I'm aware that I'm a foster kid, and that's all fine and dandy, but I don't need to be reminded of it every day.

"Tyler! Foster girl! It's 'bout time your dirty asses got here!" Tony laughed, giving Tyler an almost playful shove. I roll my eyes, and allow a sigh to pass through my lips as Tyler and Tony get into a small, yet friendly, brawl.

We're at a pool.

Apparently Tony had a little routine. He'd go off, do whatever with these girls and get the keys to their house as a thank you.

I see Stacy approach, "Nice, T.A. She has a name, and I'm sure she'd like to be called by it." He then turns to me, smiling pleasantly, as Stacy Peralta does. "Hey, Sabree. "

"Thank you! Finally, someone with a little common sense." I rejoice, smiling triumphantly. I could get used to Stacy. The last to join the group are Sid, and Jay. Ugh. I hate him already.

Sid greets me with a smile. Sid seems to be the youngest of the group. He just has this innocent air about him. Hell, it's just so damn cute! He tries so hard to fit in but the boys don't mind. In fact, they look after him. Even Jay. Obnoxious, loud, careless, stupid, rude Jay Adams, treats Sid like his own child.

Jay, of course, doesn't greet me at all. Instead he goes straight to challenging me. "You said you could trash my ass," he spits, "Prove it." He says and gives me a typical Jay look.

I make eye contact with him, accepting his challenge. Was Jay Adams supposed to intimidate me? Was I supposed to realize my place as a woman and let him go on with his egotistical ways? I think not. He's got another thing coming to him if that's what he thinks.

"Haha, hey Jay boy, Sabree seems serious about this. Try not and get your ass kicked!" T.A laughed his trademark 'ha ha' laugh.

Jay snorts, "Fuck you, Alva. The only one getting her ass kicked around her is Foster girl." He says, then hops out of the pool. He keeps glancing back at me, with a smirk painted on that impish face of his as he gets ready to drop in. And up he does, pulling out every trick he knows with in five seconds.

He comes down, a smirk still stuck on that overly cocky face of his. Stacy, T.A, Tyler and Sid all applaud him. My turn.

Instead of using Jay's tactics and plunging straight into my bag of tricks, I skate around the pool a few times to build up my speed. Into the air I go. I could land this trick easily, but there's a feeling nagging at me.

I go back in time to hear my parents fighting. My dad's drunken yelling, my moms crying and screaming. Out of all the times to flashback, why now? It frightens me for some reason and I bail out.

I land with a loud thud, my skateboard not far behind me. Why couldn't I have landed that trick? I lay there for a moment, contemplating my next movement. Do I get up and let Jay brag about how he beat me, or just let him come to me? The left side of my body, the side I landed on, burns like hell.

Ow, my body screams as I roll over to my good side.

"Dude, is she okay?" I hear Stacy speak up and the foursome comes rushing to my side, as if I had died or something.

"Sabree?" Tyler asks, and runs to face me. "Dude, Sabree, you okay? You bailed at the last second. You ate it pretty hard."

"Thanks Ty, but I don't need a play by play. I know what happened, I was there." I snap, and sit up, watching as Stacy kneels down beside me. I'm a bit confused by his actions, but force a smile nonetheless. "Um, hi?" I say and Stacy's eyes meet mine.

"You took a pretty nasty spill, there has to be some form of an injury. Are you sure your okay?" He says and I roll my eyes. Stacy Peralta, a nurse? Hm, odd. Yet, I'm grateful for his concern. I guess that's just the kind of guy Stacy is. I shrug.

I pull up my shirt and my hoodie to look at the raw, torn flesh decorating my hip bone. A little blood here and there, but I'm used to seeing blood come from my body. As well as the whole torn flesh. Beatings from Dad always leave a lasting impression. I laugh a little bit, "Fuck, it stings."

Stacy laughs a bit himself and stands up. He offers a hand to help me up. I shake my head, but I take it. I'll admit, I wasn't used to people fussing over me like this. Or at least treating me like a decent person instead of some messed up foster girl.

Jay struts up to me, again giving me that classic 'I'm Jay, and I'm better than you' attitude. "Nice job of trashing me," he snorts, "told you guys she couldn't skate for shit."

I roll my eyes, and open my mouth, ready to start an insult war he's been asking for since the minute I met him.

"Cops. Shit dude, let's bail." Tony yells, then hauls ass out of the pool, Sid and Jay following right behind him.

"Finally." I whisper to myself. It's been ages since I've been chased by pigs. I've missed that rush. Without another minute to spare, I grab my bored, and hop the fence, the most obvious way out. I notice I'm alone and I shake my head.

I hear sirens approach, and I dive into the nearest bush then begin to rearrange the branches and leaves so I can properly see Stacy, Jay, Tony, Sid, and Tyler race to a safe spot. I laugh silently. Poor boys.

I sigh and plop down on my bed. Shopping with Mia is exhausting. I return home with about six new outfits. Two of which looking like school girl outfits. I hate all the clothes Mia picked out for me. Outfits for a 'proper young lady' as she puts it. I don't care about being proper, why doesn't she understand that?

"Miss Sabree? It's time for dinner." Josephine peeks her head into my room to tell me. I nod and stuff the shopping bags under my bed, where they will hopefully never see the light of day again, then head downstairs.

"So Sabree," Larry says, looking at me, "how do you like Santa Monica so far? What did you and Tyler do today?"

I shrug, picking at my food. "It's okay. I like it better than the foster home, at least. Tyler and I just went to the beach, nothing too special."

Mia nods, cheerfully. Her normally happy expression turns somewhat serious, "As long as you weren't out with those friends of the Columbino's son. I don't like them, and I would prefer that you and Tyler didn't run with that crowd. Especially, that Alva boy. Always throwing those wild parties while his fathers away, with drinking and smoking. That's just not the right way for kids to live, with abusive parents, no housekeeper and such."

I look up at Mia, quite offended. I finish chewing my food and glare in her direction, "You make it seem like they have a choice to live that way. It's hard for their parents to keep a job, and you don't know their situation." I bark. Was she serious? Talking that way when I'm right here. She knows that I come from the same place.

She seems taken aback, and her jaw drops, as she searches for an explanation. "S-Sabree, honey, I had no idea. I-I'm sorry."

I roll my eyes, "I'm full. I'm going to bed for the night." I stand up, and run off to bed.

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