[h1][center][color=a28e90]Christina Anne Trent[/color][/center][/h1]

[i]Order up!"[/i] The curly hair brunette called as she pinned the paper to the wheel and gave it a spin. The young girl was Christina Trent, the goodie two shoes sweetheart was shown with a sense of urgency in her voice as the diner was busy with a breakfast crowd. [i]"Lucy better get here soon, I've got to get to my other job at the school. You know how much that means to me."[/i] Though it was clear that Chrissy had still been stuck in her job at the diner, it would be appear quickly that she had followed in her mother's footsteps and became a teacher.

Just then a woman came in and out, taking Christina's position. The young woman gave her a gentle smile regardless, taking off in her car and heading back towards the school as not to be late. During the drive over she pulled out her cellphone and dialed it out. [i]"Hey mom, how's dad doing?"[/i] she started, she nodded listening, [i]"Well that's good. Yeah I'm heading over right now. I'll be safe. Love ya too. Talk to you later."[/i] Her mother had hated when she talked on the phone while she drove, but she felt that she had to check in on her parents every now and then. Before placing her phone down, she looked at her texts. Several were from her long term boyfriend, the two had been together since high school. 

[b]Y dont u fucking answer me Chrissy?[/b]

A face of discouragement swept over her lips as she texted back.

[i]I'm sorry. Busy at work. I love you. I'll talk to you when I get home.[/i]

She tossed placed her phone into her purse as she pulled up to the school. She had found herself as a home economics teacher at the school. having had her parents instill those things in her at a very early age. She prided herself in teaching the students about how to cook basic meals, use a sewing machine, and how to change a diaper. Walking through the hallways to her classroom, a heavy burden was across her face. Things hadn't changed drastically since she had been attending Edenridge; but they had so much at the same time. Flashes of that day flickered in her head reminding her of Ty and all the friends and acquaintances she, and everyone had lost that day.

Sitting down at her desk she placed her head in her hands and began to cry.

[h1][center][color=a28e90]Franchesca Mae Caradona.[/color][/center][/h1]

"CUT!"

Frankie popped her head up with a shit eating grin. "You're terrible Frankie. The minute you start crying, I almost cry every time." The girl let out a small laugh. [i]"Sorry. I almost cry too. I don't know what I would do if I had been in that situation. The Bronx had some shit but never like this."[/i] the girl got up, running a hand through her curls as she scooted away from the set. She knew that time meant money and money was every thing in the business. 

Making her way across the room she grabbed a small sandwich and a drink. She had been up all night with the nerves of returning to set and seeing some familiar faces. Though she hadn't had a huge part in the series, she felt she had an important roles to girls that could relate to her. They had promised her a scene where Chrissy finally stood up to her boyfriend and ended the problem. It was sort of a disappointment for Frankie when she read that the boyfriend was still in the picture as the revival of the show. They assured it that it would be worked out eventually, and the girl had high hopes for that.

Standing at the food table, she continued to munch happily on her sandwich, her mind wandering off as she looked around at other's scenes.