Dewey was pacing through the halls of the middle school. Ned was following him like a shark hunting for little fish to eat. Dewey heard many calling voices of children from various classes as he passed by the doors. So far he thought it was impossible to find Zack being that classes were in session, and he might have to check every class before he finally found him. He kept that thought in his head until he came to the lounge and saw some teenagers sitting around on the couches.

"Hey! Mr. S.!" called a familiar voice. It was familiar, yet lower than Dewey remembered it. Dewey turned around to see Zack lying next to a blond girl on the couch.

"Zack Attack!" Dewey called back at him. Then he took a look at the girl. She also looked familiar.

"Oh my god!" the girl screamed. "Mr. S.! Why are you here?"

"Marta?" Dewey questioned. That's who he thought it was. She nodded, and put her arm around Zack's shoulder. Zack smiled.

"Hey, guys," Ned whispered, being careful not to disturb any classes.

"Why are you guys out here?" Dewey asked, making a gesture with his fingers. He took a look at the other teenagers. They looked like punks. The bad kind of punk. The kind of punk that would get wasted and kill someone. He didn't like to see what used to be the mellow Zack hanging around with these kids.

"We got kicked out of class. We're bad," Marta said, stroking Zack's head. She looked at the other teenagers and laughed rebelliously. Dewey didn't like to see the tension between Zack and Marta, being that they were no more than 14 years of age. He was shocked to see Zack lying near her in the first place. It didn't seem like Zack.

"We're punks," Zack said, a grin on his face. He didn't seem like he had been punished. He seemed happy.

Dewey toned down his voice a bit and whispered, "Who are they?"

"Our friends," said Zack. One of the other teenagers said something to him and he laughed, but Dewey didn't hear what he was saying. Then Dewey remembered what he was here to say.

"Would you guys be up to a little gig?" Dewey asked with hope and a rocking gleam in his eyes.

"Sure. Where at?" Zack asked, sitting upright. Marta didn't look like she cared anymore.

"You two could come by my school. You know where I teach? It's also where I live," Dewey began. Both Zack and Marta both said yes. They had been to that school too. The last time they were there was about 3 years ago. "Anyway, I'm teaching a class full of six year olds, and I need you guys to come and rock their socks off!" Dewey was very enthusiastic.

"Sounds awesome. Do you still have those old instruments?" Zack asked, almost playing air guitar, until some of the teenagers started laughing.

"Yeah! I'm getting the band together for a one night show! It'll be at my school in my apartment, and we'll set up a stage and have you guys play. That is if you're up to it," Dewey said enthusiastically.

Without hesitation, Zack yelled, "I'm in!" and shook Dewey's hand. Dewey was glad to have Zack Attack back in the band to play his awesome rock music. Now he just had to convince Marta.

"How about you, Marta? We need backup singers."

"What are we singing?" Marta asked, sitting upright next to Zack.

"Well, I have yet to think of that, my friend. But whatever it is, it's going to rock. I know you'll like this. It'll be good for you, too. Everybody must rock. Rock is the world. Without rock, this earth would be a flat pancake. Rock is what makes the world go round. And you, Marta, rock. We need you to come back and blow away everyone. Okay? This band wouldn't be whole without you."

Marta started shaking her head, and then she started smiling. "Okay. I'll be there," she said.

The rest of that day went well. Lawrence said yes. Tomika said yes. Alicia said yes. Katie said yes. Almost everyone else except Summer said yes. Dewey couldn't find Summer. He paced up and down the halls again. Ned decided to catch up later and take a rest in the lounge. At that time, the bell rang, and Dewey prepared himself for the crowd of noisy teens that were about to come stampeding from the class doors and through the halls. He had to find Summer. If she found out about the gig and wasn't there to hear about it first, she'd be mad. Dewey had her image in his head from the last time he saw her. She was short, smiley, and had very dark hair. Their were a lot of really slutty looking girls walking through the hallways, and Dewey knew right away that none of them were Summer. It was only until the hallways were clear that he saw a girl that reminded him of Summer Hathaway. She was leaning against her locker and talking to one of the blond girls from class. Dewey came walking up, and tried to get her attention.

"Summer Hathaway?" Dewey said quietly. The girl turned around. She looked shocked. She looked speechless. She looked nothing like Summer at all.

"You really think I look like her?" the girl asked. Dewey didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"From the back. Your hair is the same color," Dewey explained. "Do you know where Summer is?"

The girl simply pointed to a poster on the wall. It read SUMMER HATHAWAY, STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT. And above the letters was a picture of an older looking Summer.

"Where would I find her?" Dewey asked. The poster was nice and all, but it didn't solve his problem.

"It's 7th period. She's in a meeting. Check in Ms. Kim's room. It's down the hall," the blond girl answered. She pointed in the direction of the room.