I am really happy that you decided to read the second chapter!

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It was a great day for Phoebe. She was happy in her new school: she had her boyfriend Joshua, who was really nice to her and she was the captain of the cheerleaders. That was something she always wanted to be and she could not believe that the other's had actually voted for her. At the moment she did not know that this day would not end so perfectly as it had started. Phoebe and her friends were cheering for the basketball team right now and screamed happily when their team won. Finally she would have a great weekend with her boyfriend; she smiled and went into the dressing room to get changed. But she decided to just stay in her outfit because she did not live that far away from her school. She took her bag and went home. When she stood in front of her house she realized that she had forgotten her other bag with all her school stuff. It was still in the gym and she immediately ran back and hoped that the gym would still be open. Unfortunately it was not. "Shit.", she kicked the door. How was she supposed to get into the house now?

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"Tell me you did not do this, tutor mom!", Nathan, Brooke and Haley were sitting in the Scotts' living room.

"You two. You know me. I would never steal anybody's bag. Someone forgot it in the gym and when I looked through it to find a number or anything, I recognized the handwriting and it's Phoebe's.", Haley defended herself while Brooke had a huge smile on her face. Lately Haley's thoughts were glued to her pupil, Phoebe Ferguson. Everyday Haley came home and told them about another prank that Phoebe had done. Brooke was amazed that Haley could still stay that calm. But that was what made her a very good teacher. She cared for her pupils, even if they did not make it easy for her. Maybe especially those pupils needed her help although they would never admit it.

"So, did you find a number?", Nathan asked and slumped down on the couch. He was happy to be home again. Of course he loved the game but he loved his family more and always enjoyed their presence.

"No. And I don't have a list of my class yet.", Haley hoped that Phoebe had a key with her and that she could just give it back to her tomorrow. She went down on the couch besides Nathan again while Brooke looked a little astonished at her.

"What is it?", Haley asked confused.

"Don't you want to look through it? I mean…maybe you'll find your answer why she's behaving like she does."

Haley burst out into laughing, "No Tigger. I cannot just look through her stuff. This would not be right and…", she jumped up when Brooke looked at Phoebe's passport.

"Tigger!"

"Wow. She's beautiful.", Brooke was amazed by the photo.

"Yes she definitely is. She is beautiful and only writes A's in every subject but she won't stop talking back to every teacher and her parents never come into school.", she snapped the passport away from Brooke and felt like she was doing something wrong. Of course the teachers were supposed to take those bags with them but it was a weird coincidence that this bag belonged to Phoebe.

"Tigger stop it.", Brooke went into the bag again and found interesting stuff: Condoms, a photo of Joshua and pretty well drawn drawings.

"C'mon tutor mom. She will never know and wow, that could have been my bag."

"Stop it. It's not right to do this.", Haley took the bag out of Brooke's hand. Although she was curiously as well, she did not want to cross such a line. She was there to help pupils and not to scan their bags.

Brooke held up a key in her hand and showed it to Haley. Haley widened her eyes and looked at the passport. She hoped to find an address there. She did not know whether Phoebe's parents would be at home and wanted to bring the bag back to her immediately.

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Phoebe Ferguson went home in her cheerleader clothes again. She hated how everyone on the street looked at her and some drivers even honked. She definitely did not like the attention she got right now and cursed that she had not thought about it before. She tried not to cry but one tear went down her cheek because of her fury. Sometimes she hated it that she cried when she was really mad. It made other's think that she was vulnerable and she hated showing any sign of vulnerability.

When she was standing in front of her home she did not ring the bell. Instead of ringing it, she went to the backyard and lay down in the grass although it was very cold. "This sucks", she spoke to herself, crossed her arms in front of her and looked into the sky and tried to make up a plan.

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"Oh boy.", Haley spoke shocked and immediately drew Brooke's attention.

"What? What is it?", Brooke asked curiously. Nathan, Jamie and Lisa were watching TV while Brooke and Haley looked for an address.

"Look at this Brooke." Haley showed her the passport of Phoebe and held it right in front of Brooke's face. Brooke took the passport into her hands again and examined it.

"Well, like I said, she is very beautiful." Brooke suddenly had an idea. "She could be my model."

"Tigger, that's not the point. Look at her birthday.", Haley rolled her eyes and pointed at her date of birth.

Brooke did not really know what to say, there was nothing special about her date of birth: "I don't get it Haley.", she answered.

"Look. She is younger than Jamie."

Brooke shook her head and was confused "So?".

"So? Honey! Come on. She is in my 9th grade. She said she is 14."

Now Brooke understood it, "Really?", she asked astonished and looked at the birthday and did the math. "But…wow she just turned eleven. Why did she lie?"

Haley shrugged her shoulders. She definitely had no clue and looked for an answer but nothing came to her mind. She still felt bad for looking through her stuff and took the passport back into her bag. "Okay, there is an address. I bring it back to her right now."

"Wait!", Brooke went into the bag again and looked shocked at the tabloids. There were some B. Davis tabloids in it. At first she smiled at Phoebe's good sense of taste but then her mouth stayed open.

"Well, it seems like she got good taste.", Haley smiled at Brooke but then she saw her shocked face.

"All my faces are colored like the devil Haley and…and she wrote on it that…that I stink" Hale burst out into laughing and took the tabloid into her hand, "Really?", she looked at it and nodded, "Well she does know how to draw."

"Haley. I do not stink!", Brooke whined and could not look away from the tabloid.

"Okay tigger. I have to bring it back to her. It's not right to look through her stuff.", Haley closed the bag and could not stop laughing at Brooke's shocked face. Brooke followed her to the car.

"I am coming with you. I cannot believe that she wrote that on my magazine. I so want to meet that girl.", Haley found it cute how Brooke reacted but wondered why Phoebe had written that on the tabloid in the first place.

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