MY computer overheated and I LOST ALL I WRITTEN. Oh well. Disclaimer: I don't own HOA and I'm not Diane Whitney. Also Please read this in a Mrs. Doubtfire Voice for a more hilarious experience.

*At School*

3rd person POV:

"So for Christmas this year I sent daddy my Christmas list and I'm getting a pony!" Amber squealed at Nina as Nina laughed in amusement.

"I don't think you're getting a pony Amber." She responded placing a hand over her shoulder.

"Daddy sent me a text this morning hinting it. LOOK!" Amber spun around in circles looking for her purse that was supposed to be on her arm. "WHERE'S MY PURSE! It's gone missing. Someone stole it. QUICK CALL THE POLICE! Put UP SIGNS!"

"Calm Down Amber. You just probably left it in Mr. Winklers room. Let's go get it." Nina comforted her and wallked her towards the class till they spoted two familiar boys.

"Hey guys. Where are you going? Doors this way." Fabian pointed out towards the other way.

"Amber lost her purse. We think it's in Mr. Winkler's room." Nina mentioned to the boy and his blonde friend.

"We'll join you then!" Fabian suggested gazing into Nina's eyes. He's been trying to hint to her that he's liked her every since the dance. Nina's avoided the topic of the kiss every time he has brought it up so they can discus their status. Why was she avoiding him? Did she not like him? Or was she afraid it would ruin the friendship the two had.

"Why? I kinda want to leave this school, pack up, and go home!" Mick groaned out placing is arm out in an angsty manner.

"It'll be quick. C'mon." Fabian turned Mick around pushing the way of the classroom.

*In Mr. Winklers Room*

"Patricia! Can we talk for a sec?" Jason Winkler interrupted her, stopping her infront of her desk as everyone left.

"What do you want? To lie to me and betray me. I could of died" She bantered back at him crossing her arms.

"Look I had my reasons. Just let me explain." He expressed looking deeply into her eyes. Ever since the dance she has ignored him. They only see each other in class. Every time he tries to talk to her she walks away. This might be the only chance to see he before she goes off on winter break. She needed to know. Jason Winkler has a degenerative illness. This illness will make him die any second at any moment. You see why he needed that potion. Without it he would die. He couldn't die right now. Especially to Patricia. He cared about her deeply as not just as a student. He couldn't leave without telling her all the feelings he would of said. He didn't think that she would die from the potion. Victor didn't tell him that part.

"I don't want to hear those lies Victor implemented into your brain." She scolded at him pushing him away leaving the room.

"Patricia... I... Wait!" He ran after her giving her Amber's purse. "Amber forgot this. You better go give it to her before she starts killing people."

"Ha-Ha. Thanks." She smiled at him for the first time in a while before she stopped smiling and darting away. She didn't want to talk to him. It was bad seeing him everyday too. He betrayed her. She put her trust in him and he deserted. Like most guys. What's worse she thought someone actually cared. Someone thought 'Hey. You're not crazy.' She even once thought about having feelings for this man. Was she crazy? Falling in love with a teacher. A teacher from the dark side. Maybe she wasn't crazy. Maybe she was actually in love with her teacher. It's to late now. He made his choice now she made hers.

"There you are! What took you so long?" Mara asked who was waiting for her by Patricia's locker.

"He wanted to wish me a happy holidays and to give Amber back her purse before she kills someone!" She thought up at the last moment trying to forget that ever happened.

"Well lets go before Amber starts then" Mara replied, taking Patricia's arm, and laughing.

"BOO!" Popped out of the Janitor closet were two boys with Ape Masks on.

"AHH!" Mara shouted jumping back while Patricia just stood there.

"Haha very funny Jerome and Alfie. I knew it was you."

"Dammit Trixie! Why do you have to ruin all the fun?" Jerome pouted smirking at Mara.

"Yeah. Don't turn into a Fabian!" Alfie injected.

"Ooh nice one!" Jerome high-fived Alfie and leaned against Mara's locker.

"Now excuse us. We have to return Amber's purse to her!" Mara objected pushing Jerome out of the way.

"I'll give it to her. It'll be much easier." Jerome claimed, snatching the purse from Mara and running away.

"JEROME!" Mara shouted chasing after him.

BUMP!

"Ooh... Sorry!" Mara had just ran into Mick and the others as they proceeded towards the classroom.

"What was that about?" Amber asked looking confused as why Mara was running.

"Jerome has your purse."

"LET ME AT HIM! JEROME I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Amber yelled running after Jerome.

"Let's go get her." Nina sighed as they all chased down Amber.

"HALT! Where do you think you guys are going? You should be gone by now!" Mr. Sweet said stopping them in the hallway including Amber; but no Jerome.

"Well you see Mr. Sweet. Amber left her purse and we had to get it back..." Fabian pronounced but was soon cut off by Mara.

"But then Jerome took it and ran off. Now we are trying to track him down so we can get it."

"Okay FINE!" Jerome surrendered coming out of a hallway giving the purse back to Amber. "By the way. You are not getting a pony."

"Told you!" Nina remarked at Amber who just stared at her.

"Not funny. Now lets go before the storm gets here." Amber suggested walking toward the door and face-planting into it.

"Nice one Amber!" Alfie laughed. Walking into the door he face planted himself.

"Nice one Alfie! Now lets go!" Jerome said as he tried to push the door. "It's stuck."

"Well duh. It's because there is snow piled up outside of it you moron!" Patricia remarked.

"That's weird." Mr. Sweet remarked. "The storm wasn't supposed to start till 3 O'clock. Do any of you perhaps have the time of day it is?"

"3:17" Nina hesitated looking at the clock on her phone. This cannot be happening.

Dun Dun Dun... Uh oh. Stuck in School! Can't be good. Especially for the holidays. Read and review if you want more or feel as though I should write it in another form. I'm not good at 3rd person narrative.