Original Written Date:

4.6.09

"Ameek!" her teacher, Miss Itchigo rapped a pencil on Ameek's wooden desk in Geometry class a week after Kairi's confrontation on the island. "Miss Morris-Grens. I expect you to pay attention."

Ameek's head snapped up to her strict teacher with the hooked nose, "Forgive me, Miss Itchigo."

Miss Itchigo glared as Ameek's class snickered immaturely. "Only pay attention, please. That's all I ask."

"Yes ma'am," Ameek squeaked out. She sunk lower in her seat. Every month something like that got her in trouble. Never failed, every time. She was teased enough as it was, being the only 14 year old girl in a sophomore class. Names like "Geek Girl" or "Nerd Brain" were heard more than Ameek or MeeMee.

She'd grown used to it, but she wouldn't mind it as much if her friends were in class with her. Well, there was Riku. Ameek shook her head slightly. He didn't even care, she could tell. At school, he barely acknowledged her. That shed didn't get, because they were fine outside of school.

Ameek sighed. What could she say? He was Riku. Hard to please, quiet, moody. He was everything people wanted to be and everything people hated.

Riku was something, it was just that no one could figure out wha-

"Miss Grens!"

Ameek's thoughts crashed as she jolted, her eyes wide, her papers on her desk relocating to the floor.

"I told you to pay attention, though here you are, staring off into space. Again!" Miss Itchigo stomped to her desk, scribbled a hall pass and handed it to Ameek. "Principal's office."

Like a child in trouble, Ameek hung her head and timidly took the hall pass. "Yes ma'am," she muttered, sliding the rice panel door open and stalking down the hall.

Great. Principal Ansem would give her detention.

Again!

"What happened to detention?"

Ameek had stepped inside the usual class room used for detention, but there wasn't a soul in there!

…

I can ditch! she thought.

No, no! She shook her head. She better stay…

She took a few steps in, casting her eyes to the black chalk board behind the desk. Nope, there was a huge sign in chalk:

" 'Detention moved to Theater.' "

"Well dang." Ameek muttered. She turned on her brown loafer heel and walked to the theater.

Going to the theater didn't seem to be a practical idea for detention. What was going on?

She pushed open the doors to the theater and nearly fell over!

This was detention?

There was at least two class rooms' worth of students in there! She cautiously walked down the theater aisle. They were having a good time, not the usual drab crowd. It was like a scene out of 'High School Musical.'

… This could either be good or bad.

"Ameek, hey!"

She looked and saw Sora, Kairi, and Riku sitting in the front row. "Over here!"

Ameek plodded by happy, energetic teens to her friends in the front. "What's going on? Where's detention?" She sat in a seat by Riku (Sora had claimed the seat by Kairi) and threw her back pack on the floor. "It looks like crazy threw up on the delinquents."

They laughed, except for Riku, and Kairi grinned, "Some teachers had a good idea for the kids in detention-"

"—Wait, why are you three in here anyway?" Ameek asked. "You guys are never in detention!"

"We'll get to that later," Kairi leaned over Sora, "The whole detention is going to have a talent show!" Kairi giggled excitedly. "Everyone who's in detention is made to participate."

Ameek gulped, "Made?"

"Yup!"

Ameek froze.

Oh. No.