NOTE:Once Again anything slanted is thoughts
NOTE#2:To the person who claimed then selves as 'ELLE WOODS MUST DIE' I have three things to say.
#1: If you don't like 'Legally Blond the Musical' (only guessing from your comment and pen-name) Why did you read my story?#2: Your hate mail only engorged me to write more (And finally)
#3: I would like to dedacate this chapther too 'ELLE WOODS MUST DIE.' Thank you so much.

Mark sat on his bed, curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth. 'OK, this is all some sick CRAZY dream! I'm going to close my eyes and wake up!' He scrunched his eyes up for a few minutes. Just then, he heard a noise, a sign that he was home. Is that? is that what i think it is? He jumped up and yelled 'MUSETTA'S WALTZ!'

He realized that he was still in his Harvard dorm. He glanced towards his bed side table. There stood a frightened blond, who had just been touching his radio. 'And that was Roger Davis.' The radio said. He grabbed the radio and thought it at the wall. It followed me here!! 'What!' He snapped at the girl next to him. He recognized her from the group circle but couldn't remember her name.

'Hi.' she said semi-frightened 'I'm Elle Woods. We met the first day here.' Elle! That's her name. 'Sorry about that. I was...Um.' "Rocking back and forth saying all this was a crazy dream?' She said with a smile. 'Sorry for being noisy. It just looked like you were having a melt down. Bye!' She said walking out the door. She didn't even let me explain. He shook his head side to side slowly, When he noticed that she left her purse. He picked it up and read the brand name. Angel. A T. Collins product. He rolled his eyes. Three down five to go.

He quickly ran down the hall to catch up to Elle. He saw her there talking to two people who seem like a couple. 'Elle!' He said. Just then she screamed. 'My ear!' he shouted grabbing his ear. Hewatched he talk to herself from where he was. And she thought I was crazy. He figured it would be safer to just leave the purse there. He set it down and headed back to his room. He was sure the ball thing would work this time.