Disclaimer: I can pray, wish, beg, but I will never own the Roswell charries.

Author's note:
I could try to write a summary. I really could. But it wouldn't work. Nope, any summary would suck. The Prologue should give you some clue about the story and Part 1 will deepen the knowledge of it. Part 2 though, that's when the story gets good.
This story is basically about Maria. For those of you who read the beginnings of Believe. This Maria is that Maria. I'm changing her character a bit though. This story is basically going to lead into that one. Its about how she came to Roswell, and met Liz and stuff, it should be pretty interesting. I'm changing the name of that one too, its called A Tragedy of Love, and will be written when I finish this one. It will be about Liz and Michael, another difference from what I originally wrote in Believe. Max and Liz wil get together in the final story, whose name, as of this moment, is A Beginning of Hope. So, enough talk, Enjoy!

~Prologue~
How long have I been here? Damn, only five minutes, I have hour and fifty-five left before this lecture is finished. Why does time always have to go so slow when your where you don’t want to be? I wonder if he even realizes that he gives the same lecture every time you do something wrong. Or that you can see it when he’s looking through you, not at you. Heh, I bet he wouldn’t even notice if I fell asleep.

“Are you listening to me young lady?”

“Wha? Oh, yes, of course I am, sir, and I feel absolutely, totally sorry for what I did. I’m just so completely ashamed of myself. Someone my age should know better.”

“That’s good, because I DON’T want this type of behavior from you again.”

“Oh, no, of course not, sir. Never again, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Good, but I still feel that you need to-”

I can’t believe he even buys that “Oh I’m so sorry” shit anymore. Heh, you’d think that after 15 years of hearing it from me he’d know not to believe it. He probably doesn’t even care. I mean he doesn’t even realize that as soon as he accepts my apology I tune him out again.

And why doesn’t he give Tess a lecture? I mean she started the fucking fight. But oh no, far be it for him to get pissed off at the “angel child.” Hell, she could rob a bank, and he’d make it seem like the teller’s fault. God, I hate her. Every single time there’s no teacher to suck up to she turns into a stupid ass bitch. And as if I was really gonna let her kick Alex’s ass. I mean the kid is five years younger than her. Why can’t someone just adopt her already. Then this orphanage would be fun again.

But you know what? Fifty people have probably already asked to adopt the bitch, but Mr. Letsgivealecture over here probably turns them all down. No one is good enough for the “angel child.” She better not be hurting any of those kids while I’m stuck in here or I swear I’ll kill that bitch. She’s knows better than to pick on someone younger than her.

Dammit, this whole fucking day is just pissing me off. How much more do I have to sit through now? Damn, still have another hour and forty minutes.


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~Part 1~
Tess sat there staring at me, a wicked smirk was spread across her face. “Okay, I wanna know the whole story. I wanna know exactly why you changed your mind. The whole story.”

I was compelled to make up something completely bogus and unbelievable, but then I realized, despite the fact that Tess and I get along worse than any other two people here, we know each other the best. The thought almost made me smirk, but I held it back and decided to give Tess exactly what she wanted. The truth.

“I’ll start from the beginning, that’s always the easiest place to begin from. Besides, I wouldn’t want to confuse your poor, deprived, sickeningly small mind.”

She gave me an evil look, and I smirked and continued.

“It started about three weeks ago, about a month after our last fight, the one over Alex. I was called to Mr. Nasado’s office again. I couldn’t imagine what I had done this time, ever since our fight I had been really good about not getting caught doing something wrong. Anyway, when it was time for me to go see him I was totally confused because I couldn’t think of a single thing that I could be getting in trouble for.

“Then he just said the words, ‘You’ve been adopted.’ Actually, now that I think of it he said it in more of a grunt, like he was really pissed off that I, the most misbehaving and second oldest kid, would be the one to get adopted.

“I was speechless at first. I mean me, adopted, get real, it would never fucking happen. But then, I just got all confused. I didn’t know what to think. In the end the only question I could think to ask was, well actually two questions,
‘Do I have a choice? When can I meet them?’

‘What do you mean, Do you have a choice? Of course you have a choice! But I thought someone like you would jump for joy at the chance to leave this place, and if you want to meet them you can in a week.’

“I’d nodded. ‘Okay, how long do I have to think about it?’

“He’d looked almost angry that I didn’t seem happier and grunted out the words, ‘Two weeks.’ Then I’d been dismissed.”

“Wait a second, you mean to tell me that you weren’t jumping for joy at the chance of being adopted?”

“Nope, I’ve never really had an interest in leaving. Ever since I was three and a young couple came to look at the kids. They had stopped in front of me, and I had given them my biggest, brightest smile thinking, ‘They must like me!’ Then a disturbed look had spread across their faces and they had hurried on as if I had some kind of disease or something. That day I had cried alot, then I said to myself, ‘Maria, give it up, your gonna be here til your too old to stay.’ After that every time someone came to adopt kids I made sure I was muddy or looked mean, and here I am now. Too old to be adopted, and too young to leave just yet.”

“Yeah, I remember that couple. At least they looked at you. I think they saw me out of the corner of their eyes and then ran past me when they got to that part of the line. I decided to stay that day too. I said to myself, ‘Tess hun, you’ve got to suck it up and suck up. Make sure not a single adult here could ever bear to see you leave so that they turn everybody down.”

I smirked at that. I mean, yeah, Tess was way too full of herself, but at least we have one thing in common: We have both never wanted to leave this place, and for the same reason.

She clapped her hands impatiently. “Come on! Get on with it! I wanna know what happened.”

“Shut the fuck up, be patient, and listen. I’m getting back to it.”

“So here I was with this huge decision. Everyone wanted me to stay, -”

Tess cleared her throat loudly, “EHEM”

“Oh, sorry. Almost everyone wanted me to stay, but this would be my one chance to have a family. To have two parents who loved me, and cared about me. To just be a teenager, and not have so many fucking responsibilities. I just couldn’t decide.

“Then I met them, and we just clicked. They were a middle-aged couple, and they were so nice. I was gonna have my own room, live in a good town, have friends my age rather than, at the least, four fucking years younger than me.

“So, I made my decision. I decided I wanted to be adopted.”

“Wait a second. You actually decided to go?”

“Yes! Now, shut the fuck up and let me finish you god damn bitch. Jesus. Anyway, as I was saying, I had decided to be adopted. It was the day I was leaving, and everyone, including you if you remember, had piled in front of the orphanage to watch me go. I said good bye to everyone and got in the car. A few of the younger kids were crying. And looking back as we started down the drive way I could feel an empty space growing inside my chest.

“Then I saw the wicked ass look spreading across your face as you looked at the other kids, and I realized I couldn’t go. In that split second, I realized I didn’t need to be adopted to have a home and a family. The Last Chance Orphanage was my home, and those kids were my family. I was their big sister, and I couldn’t exactly leave them to you, I had to protect them. The oldest one besides me was Alex and he’s only 11 years old. So I screamed, ‘STOP!’ and the rest you know. The couple wound up taking little Lana, and I stayed.”

Tess smirked, “So you stayed because of me?”

“No. Your bitchiness helped me realize my reasons for staying.”

Tess shook her head, whirled around and walked away from me as if she were the queen of the world. And as I was about to turn around, and go the opposite way to lunch, a thought slipped into my head. The woman who had wanted to adopt me had looked at me with such... such love in her eyes. And she had looked so much like me, almost as if she could have been-

But no, she couldn’t have been. Could she?
A nervous laugh escaped me, before I turned around and hurried to lunch.

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Okay, that's it for now. I actually already have Part 2 written, and its a good one, BUT until you guys send me loads of FB, I'm not gonna post it. So write to me and tell me what you think!!!!!!!!!!

~Angel