A splash of Channy for ya! ;) Enjoy!

"I'm telling you, they called me." Tawni declared as the five randoms took their classroom seats.

"They want only the best when it comes to their models." She tossed her hair.

"Which is why they wouldn't call you." Zora interjected.

Sonny rolled her eyes. She had been listening to this all morning. She didn't know if Tawni was
called by vogue or not but it didn't really matter. She was done trying to bring an end to any of their embellishing.
She was glad to see Mrs. Bitterman finally arrive.

"Alright, let's get started" Sonny slipped her science book out of her book bag and slid it onto her desk.

"Turn to page 142. We are going to be starting our science projects soon. This chapter will
help you to choose the best project for you. It will also show you the right questions to ask
and the general steps you must take in order to come up with your hypothesis. We can't do much
until this is done so go ahead and start reading now. Be sure to take notes."

Sonny began to turn the pages absent-mindedly. 'A science project is a fun way to find a problem,
study the problem, and find the solution...' She turned the page 'the first thing to do is ask a question.
what is something you have been wondering lately? It could be as complicated as how would magnetic
force effect the space shuttle in a given situation or as simple as how to make a cottonball bounce.
Think unique! What is that little annoying problem that has been digging at you recently? How will
you change this situation? Don't just do a science project, solve a problem. That is what science is all about.'

Sonny scanned the steps to the scientific method then slid the book to the side.

They were having a really busy day on set and she really didn't care to think about science right now.
She tucked it into her bag and rested her head on her desk, confident that Mrs. Bitterman would not be lifting her head
from the romance novel anytime soon.

Sonny grabbed her plate with a yawn.

"What's with you Monroe? One too many late night Mac Falls secessions?" Chad grabbed a plate.

"Sure." She shuffled away.

"Sure?" His pace had quickened to match hers. "Wow, you must be tired."

She rolled her eyes as she slid her tray onto her table.

"Look, Chad, I'm not really in the mood." She grabbed her taco and the hard shell broke. The filling toppled to the plate.

"Oh, perfect!" she growled as she attempted to force the smorgasbord onto the shell crumbs. It wasn't working.

"Who's got you all wound up?" He laughed.

"My crew." she rolled her eyes.

Chad pulled out the chair across from hers and took a seat. Normally she would have made Chad hit the road but she was too tired and her co-workers
were taking up most of her frustration at the time.

She shoved her plate aside. "They keep lying about everything! Saying they bought things
everyone knows they didn't buy and saying they participated in charity work that they never did.
All so that they can get a little media attention! I'm just so sick of it."

"It's Hollywood, Sonny. You want to get anywhere, you have to lie." He scooped up some chocolate mousse.

"No you don't! I'm always honest and I'm on a TV show!"

"So Random? Like I said: you want to make it, you've got to lie."

Sonny glared at him.

"Whatever" she grabbed her napkin.

When she drew it back her elbow sent her cup flying across the table. She grabbed it, but not before half had poured out.

"Great!" She threw her napkin onto the puddle. Chad tossed a few in her face, to contribute to the cause.

She shot him a hateful look.

"You're welcome." He winked.

She finished wiping, sat back, and took a breath trying to get into a better mood.

"Look, Sonny, someone is going to lie as long as it benefits them, so you might as well just let it go."

"I know. It just annoys me so bad."

"Well, when you can figure out a way to force people to tell the truth let me know."

Sonny heard her stomach growl. This day was getting more frustrating.

"Oh, great." Chad growled.

She looked over and saw him slicing through his steak.

"What?"

"This is medium, not medium-well." He scrunched his nose in disgust. "I can't eat this. Here."

He slid It over to her.

She looked down at the beautifully charred cutlet then at the blonde star. "Really?"

"I don't do pink." he shrugged

Sonny smiled.

"Well, I better get back." He stood and grabbed his jacket to head out.

"Oh yeah, and let me know when you figure out how to eliminate these 'random' lies. Because I've got a few 'random' questions of my own." He gave her a sly smile.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hold back her grin.

Chad laughed. "See ya Monroe."

She chuckled as she pulled up her plate.

The steak looked delicious and she knew it was just to his liking. He always ordered Medium.

"'Eliminating 'Random' lies'- that would be a challenge." Her eyes lit up "Or an experiment!"

"Sweet!" She grabbed her fork, dove into her steak, and shoveled in the mashed potatoes. She had a project to start.