A/N: I apologize for the late chapter, I became stumped for a while, and I'm sorry for it being so short, could ya'll give me some suggestions on where Maria should make her appearance? I'm clueless. Anyway, enjoy this chapter for now!

Chapter 2. New Student

Maria's POV

"RISE AND SHINE LITTLE LADY!"

I groaned my mother's voice shattered the silence of my room. I did not want to get up. I came back before one like I promised and I all the unpacking, and I mean ALL of it! And while I came home at exactly twelve thirty, I didn't go to bed until three in the morning! My back was sore as H! All I wanna do is just lose myself in the bliss of sleep, but that is not on my mother's ever active agenda.

I could see the light through my closed eyes and hissed at it as I covered my head with my blankets.

"Come on sweetie! It's another beautiful morning in the 'Big Apple'!"

The covers were yanked off me and I yelped at the sudden chill on my bare arms. I sat up with my eyes half open and I didn't need a mirror to know that my hair was all over the place, mostly because when I sat up it flipped down in front of my face.

A hand moved my hair out of my face and my tired eyes met the energy filled eyes of my mom. She was giving me her one-of-a-kind smile while kneeling in front of me.

"Come on hun, all you need is a hot shower and a full stomach to start the day off right!"

"Uh… that sound's nice and all, but I'd rather sleep the knot in my back away."

"Oh that's an easy fix, we just have to pop it,"

"No, mom wait-" before I could form any kind of protest, she pulled me forward so I was lying flat on my chest. She placed both hands on the center of my back and pressed down. A loud 'pop' was made, and I let out a yelp of surprise, but sigh in relief afterwards, I could practically feel my body melt from said relief.

"Feeling better?"

"Surprisingly… Yes."

"Told you so! Now get your lazy tail outta bed, it's time to sign you up for school!"

I groaned at the thought, but did as I was told, I don't need my mom literally dragging me out of bed and personally give me a sponge bath.

Once she was out, I went through my drawers and got out a pair of jeans and a grey tank top with underwear and I grabbed my towel which was hanging on my door. I stepped out of my room and went into the bathroom and started up the hot water. I stripped down to my bare skin and stepped in the shower. The hot water felt like heaven on my tired joints and gave my body the wakeup call it needed. I shampooed my hair with my favorite pomegranate scent. Once done I changed into my clean clothes and dried my hair out. After that I changed into a black shirt with the words 'fight like a girl' in pink and grey letters. I slipped on my jean jacket and sneakers and went into the kitchen. My nose was then hit with the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls and my mouth instantly watered. I dashed for the counter, but a hand smashed into my face stopping me in my tracks.

"I haven't even put the icing on them yet, have some patients young lady!" My mother spoke as she removed her hand held the cup of icing in one hand and knife in the other.

I watched with anticipation as she spread the icing on each roll, one by one. My foot began to tap heatedly on the floor. Mom gave me a raised brow, silently asking for me to stop, I obliged. After she was done I instantly popped one in my mouth, but regretted the decision as the heat was too much for me to handle. A glass of orange juice was held next to me and I snatched out of the hand and downed the whole thing in exactly seven gulps. I heaved heavy breaths as the juice cooled my overheated taste buds. I heard a muffled giggle and glanced to my right to see mom covering her mouth with her left hand and holding her waist in her right arm. I gave her a deadpan look, which only made it worse for her. She lost it and burst out laughing, leaning on the table and banging her left hand on it, obviously having trouble breathing as her face began to turn red.

"Very funny mom. Now if you're done laughing yourself into a coma can we get to school so I can enroll, please?"

"Okay… Okay… I'm sorry, but with the look, y-you were giving me, I-I j-just couldn't help myself!" She finally stood up straight, dusting off her apron.

I rolled my eyes but smiled at her antics none the less. She could humor in any situation, when the moment is right at least. We both ate the rolls in no time flat and made our way down and out of our apartment complex. We hopped into moms suburban and the long drive to my new school began.