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.DreamLife.

Dear Mom and Dad,

It's been a restless year of school. PCA has, unfortunately, lost every event and competition since our Disc Golf victory. Our sports teams are horrible, our art shows disappointing, and our band out-of-tune. As a last resort, our principal is offering a year's supply of ice cream and snacks to who ever can bring an award in for PCA. My friends and I are desperate as well, and we have burned our brains out thinking of what to do. Maybe PCA just wasn't meant to have an award this year.

Our grades are fine and Dustin is becoming steady with his money. As for summer, it is not too far away, so we can't wait to visit you at home! The new house in Massachusetts must be wonderful for you to move so far away! Send me pictures and, please, tell me how Trin is doing! Lots of love!

Zoey

Sending my email to my parents, I tucked my laptop safely underneath my bed. As I gazed around the room, I sighed. I hadn't told my friends about my parents' plan to remove me and Dustin from PCA and to send us to a public school in a small town called Douglas. He would be attending Douglas Intermediate Elementary School,(DIES), and I would be at Douglas High School, DHS. Yes, DIES is not a very appealing name for a middle school, but not even Dustin knew about moving. My parents wanted my say in the matter, so I had given no objection. They wanted to buy a new house in such a long time, I couldn't disappoint them.

As my cell phone went off in my pocket, my ring tone startled me. Gasping for air, I opened up my folding pink cell phone. 'You've got text message' it flashed. Rolling my eyes, it was from Chase. As I opened the text, it was a simple message (Chase wasn't much of a typer)

From: PCAChase

To: ZoeyBGirl

hey meet us at sl

Rolling my eyes, I knew 'sl' meant student lounge. Slipping on my sneakers, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail, my denim skirt clinging to my body and my red shirt fitting snug, a black belt around my waist keeping my shirt down and my skirt up. Smiling at myself, I slipped my key necklace on and left the dorm. A small click alerted me that it was securely locked, and I made my way towards the student lounge.

"Hey Zoey!" Chase called from the couch as I neared by. I waved and he made room as I sat next to him. Dana and Nicole were eating popcorn, and occasionally throwing some to Michael and Logan who tried catching them in their mouth. Looking to the TV, I laughed. Once again, the PCA TV's reception was being fixed, leaving us watching info-mercials.

"Magic Bullet or Ultimate Chopper?" I asked jokingly to everyone.

"I would say the Ultimate Chopper," Michael said after swallowing his popcorn. "That Chef Tony sure knows how to sell his products!"

"Nah. I say Magic Bullet. The Ultimate Chopper can't make Ice Cream," Chase pointed out, sitting back and taking a sip from his bottled water as he closed the subject.

"True, true." Michael said, rubbing his chin as if in deep thought. Rolling his eyes, Logan stood up and walked towards the fuse-ball table.

"Anyone want to challenge the champ?" He asked aloud. I heard Chase snort as he drank. Logan was a cool guy to be around, but he has an ego that can sufficate anyone. Looking to all of us, Dana finally stood up.

"I think you are challenging the champ," she replied cooly as they began to play. Dana clearly scored the first point quickly as Logan's face turned red and he claimed it was 'unfair'. Nicole shrugged and picked up a magazine that was laying on the coffee table. Michael took out his cell phone and began playing ring tones and Chase just stared off into space.

"Hey Zoey! Come here!" Nicole suddenly called. Walking slowly over to her, she was excitedly opened to a page in DreamLife magazine that showed off all different kinds of shirts with cartoons on them. "Isn't the 'Act Your Shoe Size' shirt cute?" She asked me excitedly. Nodding my head, it wasn't the shirts that caught my eye, but the advertisement on the other page. Snatching the magazine from Nicole's hands, I barely listened to her protest.

Scanning over the rules and events, I suddenly had an idea. "Hey guys!" My voice was so loud Dana screamed and Logan scored on her.

"Zoey! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She screeched. Logan looked up at Zoey and nodded as if to encourage her, but Dana took advantage of that and scored the end point. "Play again?" she teased at Logan who was now frowning.

"No! Wait and listen to me!" I said before the two could reset the points. They both walked over and sat down as I read the ad.

"TriState Competition moves West.

From Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut comes the TriState 'Summer Fest'.

Three schools, several competitions, one winner."

Everyone looked eager for me to continue. As I took another breath to read, Quinn walked in, startling Dana again as the heavy door slammed behind her. "Sorry," she murmured. "What you guys up to?" She asked innocently as she sat next to Chase, who began to edge away from her. Her clothes were a bright yellow color, as if she was glowing. Seeing the questioning looks, she just shrugged, "It is only artificial sulfur-colored paste mixed with neon to create the world's first glowing element compound," she said. "What are you talking about?"

"Just a competition," Dana said quickly. Before Quinn could ask another question, Dana rushed ahead of her. "Zoey was just reading about it, Zoey, could you keep going?" I laughed at how Quinn could make even the meanest people seem nice. Nodding, I continued to read from the ad.

"DDR, wiffle-ball, singing, three-legged races and science fairs, there is alot to offer. The winner of the Summer Fest will receive an all paid class trip to Washington D.C. to spend a week at the nation's capital, ten thousand dollars to their school, a trip to Hollywood to meet all of their favorite stars, and, TriState's very own TriState trophy to showcase in their school."

"Wow. A trip to DC, Hollywood, ten thousand dollars and a trophy," Michael repeated mindlessly, his mouth open in awe.

"What else does it say?" Nicole asked, not even intersted in the shirts on the opposite page.

"Well, it gives you a number to call to enter your school and to go to the try outs." I said simply, reading off the number. '786-637-3378'.

"That doesn't sound like a real number," Logan pointed out. "Shouldn't it be 1-800 or something?"

"No." Quinn said a-matter-of-factly. "Listen to the numbers. A company probably used that number because it spells out 'S-U-M-M-E-R-F-E-S-T'." Everyone nodded and Chase spoke up.

"Well! Call!" Dana and Nicole eagerly nodded, Logan looked as if he would participate. I could tell it was the prizes that would lure Michael in...

"Fine, I will!" I said triumphantly. I could just imagine our class going to the trip over the summer. "But, someone has to come see Dean Rivers with me," I added. We had to get his permission first." Everyone looked around the room and I sighed, tapping my foot. "Someone has to come!"

"I vote Chase goes!" Dana said, pointing at Chase with a stare that read 'go, or else'. Quinn nodded and Logan went over to Chase and pulled him up.

"Fine! Fine! I'll go!" He said when Nicole began kicking him. I laughed and Chase and I began to walk towards Dean River's office... With any hope, he would let us compete.

N/A: My first Zoey 101 fanfic! lol. My second fanfic written! Well, please review, flamers welcome. Any reviews are highly appreciated! Stay tuned!