A/N: How do you think Ginger and her mom should meet the hospital staff and what should their last name be? Oh, and Shop is her mother's new café and catering business.

Chapter 1

New – Part One

The next morning, an alarm clock woke Ginger up. She turned it off without opening her eyes.

For a minute, she was confused.

It can't be 8 o'clock already…it just can't be…why am I on the floor?...oh, yeah. It all came back to her.

The long flight across the country, waiting to rent a car, trying to find their new house, finding it, bringing their suitcases, sleeping bags, and book bags in.

She pulled herself out of the sleeping bag, grabbed some clean clothes, a toothbrush, hairbrush, and makeup out of her suitcase, and went in search of a bathroom.

Once she was dressed and groomed, she stood, staring in the mirror, wondering how the kids at school will react to her.

Why did I tell mom I want to start right away?

"Honey!" her mom called from downstairs, "Are you sure you don't want to just help me with the shop today?"

Oh, that's why. "Yeah! I'm sure!" she replied.

She knew she should move, but she couldn't. It was like she was hypnotized by her reflection.

The waist-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, the long, lean frame, and the clear blue eyes, full of curiosity and always searching for deeper meanings.

"What are you doing?" her mom said, suddenly appearing at the doorway.

Ginger snapped out of her trance. "Oh, uh, nothing."

"Then let's get moving, you don't want to be late."

"You're right," Ginger sighed.

So with one last glance at her outfit, a black rolling stones tee, blue jeans, and sneakers, she left for school.

But before she made it out the door, her mom called, "Don't forget: Shop after school! Oh, and since we sent our belongings ahead of us, they should be here today! Have a great first day!"

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Ginger's first teacher, of course, wanted her to introduce herself.

While walking to the front of the room, she thought of a few comments she can make to the class. With a twisted smile on her face, she began speaking.