Chapter 2 (written by my BFF Callie)

The grumpy lady at the secretary's desk told him to sit down, and that the principal would be right in. She was really really old, and had those granny glasses that Adam hated. After waiting those agonizing 10 minutes of hearing the secretary talk to herself about feeding her cats (Adam had counted at least 12), the principal called him in.

"Hello Mr. Lambert!," said the way to cheerful principal. He was short, fat, and had a red, bulging bow tie around his neck.

"Welcome to AmIdol. We sincerely hope you enjoy your time here at our wonderful academy. My name is Rupert Smilee, and I am the principal here".

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Smilee," said Adam politely. He extended his hand and as much as he didn't want to, shook the principal's chubby hand.

"Now, Mr. Lambert, please sit down and make yourself comfortable while I pull up your records and schedule."

Adam sat down in one of the over sized chairs, and it nearly swallowed him. While the principal pulled up the records, he told Adam all the wonderful things about AmIdol: the drama club, the math team, the science club, the football team, the many athletic programs, and more. Finally, Mr. Smilee pulled up Adam's records.

"Very good, Lamb!", the principal exclaimed! "Practically Perfect records!", he sang. He then printed out Adam's schedule and a horribly disfigured map of the school. "You will never get lost!"

"Yeah right," Adam said under his breath.

Mr. Smilee then searched for available dorm assignments for Adam. Adam sat there and waited and waited and waited. Finally, he asked, "Mr. Smilee, what is my dorm assignment?"

"Oh, I didn't know you were still in my office, Lamb! I haven't looked up your assignment yet, I was trying to beat this game of solitaire. It's a really bad hand, but i WILL NOT GIVE UP!," Mr. Smilee shouted. "But I'll find your assignment right now, and beat it later. I'm very busy as principal of AmIdol, as you can probably tell".

"Sure, of course sir," Adam answered. He was disliking the principal more and more.

Several minutes later, Mr. Smilee finally said something. "Uh-oh."

"What?", Adam asked.

"Lamb, there are no more boys dorm spots available. You will have to wait until one opens up, maybe in 3 or 4 months."

"What!?!?!" Adam yelled. "I can't wait that long! It would ruin my high school records! I would have to go to college late!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Lambert, but you will have to apply somewhere else," the principal said solemnly. He then perked up. "Our school is so popular, it is all booked!" He started dancing around the room. "Wait until I tell my wife!"

Adam was disgusted. He picked up his bag and stormed out of the office.

The secretary was still talking about her cats. "Now Mr. Fluff, he needs to have double the food as Lollipop because he is so darn fat," she said to herself. Adam left the main office and went out to the parking lot, back to his car. "What am I going to do?!" he asked himself desperately.

Suddenly, the light bulb went on.