* * * * * * 17 years later * * * * * *
"Chelsea, get up now you're going to be late for school," her aunt Tinka yelled from the kitchen, Chelsea glanced at the clock 7:45 crap. Chelsea hoped up, threw on some jeans and a top and pulled her brown hair into a tight perfect ponytail. She made her way down the stairs, grabbed a pop-tart and started out the door, but before she made it through her aunt grabbed her into a hug. "Happy 17th birthday Chels."
"Thanks Tinka," Chelsea said, "I have to go or I'll be late and Mr. Snow will lock me out like he did last time."
"Okay," aunt Tinka said "be careful...."