Gabriella sighed. She could feel the onset of depression. It had been almost a year since her epic singing duet with Troy. She had no gathered the courage to talk to him, and he had never felt the need. Their schedules had not been favourable at all to facilitate another meeting. She worried that the magic that they had that one moment would be forgotten forever.

She finished another chapter of a novel she was reading for English. It was about a boy who fell in love with a girl and did not have the courage to speak with her, so he built a secret shrine to her in his closet. Gabriella closed the book and began to cry. She cried for the boy, for the girl, and for herself. It was like a mirror: in the book she saw herself. She saw the sheer absurdity of her inaction but understood exactly how she was being held back. Did this book have a happy ending? Would she?

"Gabi!" called her mother.

Drying her tears, she opened her bedroom door and went downstairs.

"We got a letter from the school. It's a parental consent form for advanced sex education."

"Advanced?" Gabriella was a bit confused.

"Yes. See" her mother pointed, "it lists the topics here. 'When to say No' 'Cleaning up after the first time' 'How to spot a child molester'…"

She stopped listening to the topics. The subject of Sex Ed. brought back her fondest memories of the pervious year. Then she had an idea.

"Mom. I want you to sign."

"Sign this? So you can learn this filth? Forget it. We are a family of morals."

"But Mom this is important."

"Important my foot. It's disgusting how they teach you this garbage. No. You will sit in regular lessons."

"This isn't about last year, is it? The Principal taught me well, you know?"

"You were in the right to harass that slut they called a 'teacher' and you did well. If I had known what you had planned, I would have lent you my crucifix."

Gabriella turned and left. Once she was back in her room, she sighed. "Well" she wondered to herself "How am I going to get Mom to sign?"

This would take some thinking, but she was never one to give up on a goal

Troy was chatting on the phone with his friends avoid homework when his mother called him from downstairs.

"Troy?"

"Mom I'm on the phone."

She was not amused. Rather than wait patiently, she pulled the main cord from the wall, disconnecting the home line. He flew down the stairs, irate at what she had done.

"Good going Mom. Jason was about to tell me a hot juicy rumour."

"Well Troy, I have something else that is hot and juicy for you."

She held up the consent form for him to see. He took it an examined it carefully.

"Advanced sex education… Sounds like a blast."

"A blast? Let me tell you this, young man. It was extremely embarrassing when that teacher phoned me last year. I'd have a right mind not to send you back into that class."

"No sex ed.? What will I do?"

"Oh I don't know Troy, but I'm sure you can figure it out."

Sex education had been one of the best times Troy and his friends had had the previous year. Together they made a name for themselves and inspired other students to do the same.

He went back to his room and sulked as he usually does when someone tells him "No." He thought about last year and the singing duet. Boy was it fun!

"Well" he said aloud, "if I can't play the PENIS! game, I'll have to find a new way into the Principal's Office."

That was Chapter 1 of the sequel. I hope it makes sense because I'm actually a bit tipsy right now.