Author's Note

Okay, to kick start my second ever story, I'll do some clearing of doubts before anything else. (^o^)

Before reading the story, you need to know that this story should take place around Season Three of the show, maybe somewhere before the graduation.

I know the show ended in May 2010, but I guess I got a little carried away with that...

In the story, the date was... April 18 2011 even though the show ended before that... so kindly ignore that fact please.

I had wanted to go back to change the date in chapter 5, but I realized that I would affect chapter 10 and 11 so, sorry! (._.)

Just a little note, I did not steal this! (Even if I wanted to steal a story off, I would have chosen something way better!)

The story is entirely mine and I wrote every single word in it.

I got the idea when I was watching this episode of The Suite Life Of Zack & Cody. That episode where Arwin makes this machine called the P.U., and Zack and Cody gets to anther dimension in it.

I think the episode is 'The Suite Smell Of Excess'. I love that episode! \(^o^)/

So, enjoy!

A POP QUIZ

Cody's Point Of View

'Now, class,' as Miss Tutweiller spoke, her heels clicked on the hard concrete floor. The classroom was silent.

'You have twenty minutes to complete an essay on World War Two and how attacks were planned. And Zack, the fact that you think that a world war is 'awesome'; please do not pen it down here.'

'You totally read my mind Miss T.,' he said.

'Isn't it so cool how we have so many classes together?' I asked him sarcastically.

Miss Tutweiller walked to my desk and put a piece of paper on my desk.

'You may begin now!' she announced as she walked back to her table at the front of the class.

The next day, we sat in the same boring classroom we had been in ever since we started school in Seven Sea High.

'I have marked and graded your papers. I have to say, Cody, I'm very…' Miss Tutweiller struggled to find the right word. 'Surprised.'

'Wh-what? Why?' I was shocked.

'It… it was good, just not what I wanted.' Miss T. laid the paper on my desk.

I drew in a deep breath. At the top right corner, in red ink, was a 'C+'?

I snatched the paper and marched to the front of the class and stopped right before Miss Tutweiller.

'Miss T., is… is there a problem with my paper?' I probed.

'Well, Cody, you just… totally missed the point of the paper. I told you turn write about World War Two. Not about the contributions and what they taught us.'

'Isn't that the point that we actually learn about world wars? To learn about how many lives it took away? And how our fore-fathers suffered and lived in years of darkness?'

'Yes, you are right. We learn about world wars to learn from it, to prevent conflicts this big to happen again. But, this paper was supposed to be about the attacks. The blood. Not 'oh, I'm so sad that people died', 'they suffered so much'.'

'But Miss Tutweiller-'

'No buts. I can understand how you feel about getting your first 'C+'. There's a first time for everything.' She had cut me off. 'Just do better for your next paper. It's no big deal.'

No big deal to you. You're not the one's who needs at least all As to get into Yale or Harvard. I sat back down at my seat.

Today just isn't my day, is it?