A/N: Sorry it took me long to update, but I've got other things to do in life. There's not much of a warning in this chapter, so I guess you guys have nothing to worry much about.

Note: I don't own any poems or characters in this story. I only own Density K. Nightingale.


Chapter 3: Graduation Nite

In the next morning, Jack woke up in his bed in a frantic, wondering where she was. Quickly changing in his clothes, he went downstairs in the kitchen to see if she was waiting for him at the dining table. But all he found was a note on the table that read:

Jackson,
I know that we've been though some difficult times in our marriage, but I think that it's time that you leave this house. I can't live in this house the same way anymore without my kids and Jordan. It's not me, but it's you. When I come back, I don't want to see you or any of your belongings, because I need a
real man in my life.

Your soon-to-be ex-wife,

Density K. Nightingale

Jack clutched at his heart when Density said she had children with this Jordan. "Why would she do this to me," he thought. In frustration, he crumbled up the note and stormed out of their house to get to school.

As he starts to head down on the side walk, he runs into Mavis. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with worry. She helps him up off the side walk, and gives him a form. "Have a bless day," she whispered. Jack reached in his pocket to pull out a 10 dollar bill, and hands it to Mavis. "Thank you," he said as he runs off to school.

Mavis continued to fast walk, hoping somebody else would give money. Just then a girl with a long braided blond hair and a man with brown hair accidently bumps into Mavis. Mavis looks back at the girl and said with a smile, "Bless you!" The girl gave Mavis a worried expression and gives her a few changes. Mavis took both of the girl's hands and hollered, "Have a blessed day." As the girl and man continued to walk, she couldn't stop looking at Mavis, feeling awfully sorry for her. The man grabs her by the hand and joked, "Well Rapunzel, it looks like you just brought your way out of hell for a dollar."

Rapunzel laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess so." When they both walked down the sidewalk, the man looks at her and said, "So go ahead, you where talking about the girls at ballet class."

"Oh it's so great! You should meet some of them, Eugene," babbled Rapunzel, happily. "I mean like they have so much…hope!"

"I love how your face lights up when you talk about them," he commented. Rapunzel blushed slightly, and giggled, "I know, it excites me. You know most girls, like me, are graduating and moving on in college. "

"Wow, that's really amazing," assumed Eugene.

"Yeah…it is."

As they both grinned and continued to walk in silents, Eugene looked up in thought and rubbed his beard. Rapunzel looks at his way, and laughed, "What?"

"Well it's just that-…um," he staggered, "Every day since I met you two weeks ago, you would always walk down this road. I go to work, you go off to your mother's dance class, and you still haven't answered my question."

"I already told you my answer," cackled Rapunzel.

"Oh come on Punzie," he whined. "Do you know how much courage it took me to step you out on a crowded subway. Come on now, please?"

Rapunzel looked down with a hesitated face, nervously biting her lips she whispers, "I just got out of a bad relationship."

"I'm not trying to marry you, I just want to take you out on a nice dinner," he said, having a reassure smile.

Rapunzel looked up at him, smiled and said, "Look I got to get to class or my mother is going to punish me for being so late."

"Oh, okay I see how it is," teased Eugene.

"What?"

"You are one of whose people who only give," he stated. "You never let anyone give to you."

Rapunzel got lost in thought about this. "What if he's right," she thought. With a defeated heavy sigh, she mumbled, "Alright, dinner it is then. Tomorrow night."

"Eight o'clock," Eugene added on. "It's going to be great."

"Okay, see you then," she hollered. She lightly shook her head with a smile and entered the building to her class.

There, she found a bunch of girls laughing and giggling at a story a girl, in a pink leotard, was telling them. They were all busy warming up by numbers of stretches, but they didn't mind since this girl was keeping them entertained by telling the story of her graduation night. Her name was Mary-Katherine, aka M.K.

"It was graduation night, and I was the only virgin in the crowd," she cackled. All the girls, including Rapunzel, stood up in front of the mirrored wall and stretched their arms out. "Nod, Bobby Mills, Sammy Davis, Eddie Jones, and Randy, all cousins," she continued, blissfully. "They picked me up in a black Buick, smelling the alcohol and teens in heat."

The girls switch arm positions, as M.K. babbled on gladly. "We ramble from Campton to Mont. Holly, laughing at the acting room speeches, our tassels dangling from the rear view mirror, climbing different sorts of project stairs." Rapunzel felt happy for M.K. since it seems that she doesn't mind. Grinning, M.K. babbled, "We went to a party and I got drunk," M.K. and all the girls laughed at this statement, but she continued, "and I couldn't figure out who's hand was on my thigh, but it didn't matter anyway, because these cousins-Nod, Bobby, Sammy, Eddie, and Randy-were my sweetheart ultimately since the seventh grade.

"So me and my boys, we were dancing," exaggerated M.K., swaying her hips around and around, trying to prove a point. They all laughed at her movement, "doing nasty old tricks that I haven't been thinking about since May. Well it was graduation night, so it had to be hot! So I had to make like my hips was getting into some business, that way everybody thought whoever was getting it was a older man who couldn't run in the streets with youngsters."

Everybody started to sit on the floor and gather around M.K. to hear more of what she has to say. With a smile she gabbled, "Anyway the party got crazy, and me and Nod left the party before the police came, and we were in the backseat of his Buick. And let me tell you guys something, he started looking at me…" At that point, everybody leaned in closer. Smirking, M.K. expressed, "Yeah…he started looking at me real strange, like…like I was a woman or something. He started talking real soft in the backseat of that old Buick, and…by the time the sun was coming up…I just couldn't stop grinning!" M.K. laded on her back, blissfully looking up at the ceiling.

"Whoa, wait a minute," a girl, by the name of Coraline, exclaimed. "You mean to tell us that you lost your virginity in a backseat of a Buick?"

"I hope you ladies are talking about going to school after summer."

The girls looked over to see where that voice came from. Seeing Ms. Gothel coming toward them, they quickly got up and faced her, but they were smiling. "Yes we are mother," Rapunzel giggled.

"Did you ladies do your warm-ups," Gothel asks.

"Yes," they all chanted.

"Position from one," she called. They all stood in their spots, ready to begin. "And five… six…seven…eight." They all twirled. "Nope, do it again." They twirled and then did a little skip. M.K., on the other hand, wasn't feeling too well to move. Placing a hand on her stomach, she rushes out the room to the outside. Seeing M.K. running out, Rapunzel followed after her in concern. M.K. finds the nearest trash can and vomits.

Running over to her side, Rapunzel pats M.K.'s back and asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm just a little nauseous," she coughed. "I don't know what it is."

"Well you know what I think," said Rapunzel. "I think it's because you feel nervous about going to college and being on your own like I am."

M.K. looked away in sadness; Rapunzel took her chin to face her. "Hey, you'll be fine. You're smart girl."

M.K. glanced up at her, forming a small smile. "Come on, let's go inside and get you some Ginger Ale." Rapunzel rubs on her back as they walked back to the building, bumping into Officer Bob Parr who was on the phone, "Excuse me."

Bob walk over to the police car and gets in the driver's seat. His wife and partner, Helen Parr, hands coffee, then they take off to do their job.

-Officer Mr. and Mrs. Parr, be on the look for a black BMW parked in a alley back way, over.

-This is Officer Bob Parr and Helen Parr, we'll check it out.

The two officers pulled over at a parked car that showed two teen girls. The one in the driver's seat had slightly tanned skin and red hair, but the other one was hard to tell. The red-head had her head tilted to the side in pleasure, as the other girl had her own face buried in between the red-head's pelvis. The officers turned on their sirens, waking the red-head up from her pleasure. Seeing that they walking over to them, she quickly grabbed the other girl's head off of her and sat still, trying to pretend as if nothing happened. Bob tapped on the window and said:

"Get out of the car, you're under arrest."


That same morning, Hiccup went downstairs all dressed up and head out the door to go to "Each One Teach One".

"Hey, where are you going," Stoick happily slurred. "Make sure you play my 852 and get some kitty litter." Stoick sits in his chair to watch some TV. "Come here, you little devil," he called out to Toothless, Hiccup's cat.

As Hiccup was walking outside, a little girl sitting against the walls gets up and walks with him. She said, "Hey, stinkbrain, when are we going to play."

"Vanellope, get out of here," he said, bitterly. "Aren't you supposed to be in summer school?"

"But you said that we were going to play," she reminded him, batting her eyes playfully.

"And that's exactly why we are not playing," he said, "because I never said anything like that."

Hiccup walked along the streets, full of crowded people, finding his way to the Hotel Galaxy on 120 5th street. After about five minutes, he stops in front of a large skyscraper that read "Hotel Galaxy" and enters inside without any hesitation. When he enters inside, two elevators stood, waiting for someone to go up in them. Hiccup gladly takes one and pushed on the 11th floor button, humming quietly as he waits. As he gets off the elevator, he goes into a office where he sees a middle-aged woman babbling on the phone.

"You would say some stuff like that, but you don't even mean it," she said. "No I'm not playing with you!-Oh, hold on a minute." She hastily hangs up and looks up at Hiccup, who was too busy gazing at all the painting and posters on the walls in awe. "So, what is this place?" he wondered.

The woman was introduced as Mildred, she pointed to the poster behind her that read "Each One Teach One". "Each One Teach One," she replied, with a smile.

"But I thought that this was a alternative school," said Hiccup.

"This is a alternative."

"Um…what is a alternative," he asks, quietly.

With a puzzled look on Mildred's face, she asks, "What exactly are you asking me?"

"My other school told me to come here," Hiccup notified. "Hotel Galaxy, they said that this is a alternative school."

"Oh a alternative school. Well, it's like uh…like a choice, a different way of learning things," explained Mildred. "So, I need your discharged papers, saying that they discharged you."

Confused, Hiccup scratches his head and expressed, "I got kicked out of school because I was going to be a dad again."

Mildred paused for a second and said, "Well I still need your discharged papers, otherwise we can't let you in."

"Mr. Best didn't say anything about that," he stated.

"So you're the one that he called about," Mildred gasped, remembering the other call with Lucius. She grabs a file on her office desks and looks over at a few papers, until she pulls out one. Reading it, she said, "Hiccup Haddock? They already send your discharged papers and stuff."

Boasted with hope again, Hiccup asks, "I get to start today?"

"Yep," said Mildred, smiling again. "Are you currently receiving AFDC?"

"My father has got AFDC for me and my son," he replied.

"So your father has custody of you and your son, and you are on his budget," she asked. Hiccup nods. "Okay well I'm going to need a copy of your father's budget, a copy of your phone bill, and one for your utility bill.

"We're going to have to give you a few tests," she added on, "tests of your reading and math level, just to see where we can place you. To enter into the GED classes, you got to get a 8.0 or better on the cab."

Hiccup sits on a desk in a empty classroom, taking the test to see where he is placed. He starts by writing his name in cursive with a pencil. Feeling a little anxious in fear, he taps the pencil against the desk, shifts a bit in his seat, and taps his one good foot on the floor. Very slowly, he opens up the packet to answer the first question. The question is talking about comparing darkness with one of the other four choices. He bits down on his lip and circled "happy", after quickly thinking about it, he briskly erases the answer. He started to feel sweat roll down his face and he, again, taps the pencil and looks over at the other questions ahead.

~There's something always wrong with these tests.
These tests paint a picture of me with no brain.

After fishing the test, he walks down the street to get back home. He mind wonders throughout about this morning.

~These test paint a picture of me and my father.
My whole family is less than dumb
Just ugly grease, left to be wiped away, finding a job.
*He sighs* Sometimes I wish I was dead, but I will be okay…I guess.
Because I am looking up
*Sarcastic chuckle* I'm looking up for a piano to fall
A desk, couch, TV, dad…maybe *chuckles again*
Always something in my way.

While Hiccup was walking though the alley way, there was a group of five gangers sitting on the stairs. They were jamming to the music on the radio and smoking at the same time.

~Alternative
Then my dad comes back to earth.

"Hey," one muscular ganger called out to Hiccup, "let me get some of that sweet ass." The rest of the group laughed, looking at Hiccup's direction. Hiccup glimpsed at them, grunts in annoyance and continues to walk, rolling his eyes.

~These hoodlum boys are always grabbing on themselves.

"Hey, did you hear the fuck I said," the muscular called again, "I'm talking to your fucking ass. I'm serious, let me hit that." Another ganger, a bit smaller that the rest of the group, sneaks close to Hiccup from behind, without Hiccup noticing.

~ I wish that they would leave me alone.

Then suddenly, the small ganger shoves Hiccup face down on the concrete. All the boys burst out laughing very hard. "Now that's what he gets anyway." Hiccup lad still on the ground, unconsciously going into his world…


"Hiccup, I love you!" a fan shouted. Hiccup, all dressed in a disco dancing suit, danced to the beat of the music playing. Studio lights beamed brightly upon him as he did a couple of dance moves. Moves include the thriller, Charlie Brown, and most importantly…the moonwalk. Feeling happy and free, he gazed over to his Dream Girl, who was standing and watching his every move, and motions her seductively to come by his side on the dance floor. After a few dance moves, she affectionately licks his ear…


Hiccup feebly moves his head off the concrete, only to find a stray dog licking his ear.


In another nice tall skyscraper, there lived a business corporation that was made especially for very important people to work in. Mr. Robinson, owner and business manger takes his magazine company very seriously in order for it to succeed. His son, Wilbur Robinson, will sometimes work in his office on papers and other valuable files, and sometimes gets to play the co-boss.

One worker, by the name of Heather, rushes out the office and into the waiting room outside. There, the same tall man from yesterday, sits in the waiting room, hoping to be called in. "Is he ready to see me," he asks Heather.

"I'm sorry, it'll only be a few more minutes," she replied. She pours a small cup of coffee for her boss.

"Where is Elsa," shouted Heather's boss. "She said she will be on her away," replied Heather.

"Well does it take that long to make tea?!"

Seeing her mistake, Heather quickly grabs the other tea pot and pours hot water into a different cup. "I got it right here!" she called back. Making sure that the water doesn't spills, she carefully ran-walk back to the office. "I'm sorry, he should be right with you," she whispers to the tall man.

"Oh no honey," he said, tiredly, "I'm the one who feels sorry for you."

Inside the office, there was a group of workers, laying out the pictures of the new magazine cover for Wilbur to look over at the idea. He picks up a few pictures and said with a monotonous voice, "Boring…boring…boring…these are all boring…this is boring…" Just as Heather was about to place the cup on the picture, Wilbur stops her and said, "On the desk." He looks back at all of the pictures in front of him and declared, "This is all boring." With a heavy sigh, he slams his hands on the table and asserted, "Robe Rouge is magazine, okay. It is not a web site. Mean look at this here…" he pointed out to one of the photos, "This layout-this layout needs to pop. It needs to be lushed. We need to make our readers want to buy! So go back to the drawing board, and give me something with some sort of style! This isn't it, I do not like this not one bit."

Wilbur walks on over to his father's desk to work on some more files. "What about putting Leonardo DiCaprio on the cover," one worker suggested.

"No," Wilbur said, "that's not going to work."

"Oh, okay."

Wilbur abruptly gave a violent cough, to which Heather hands the cup of tea to him. Elsa ran inside the office to stand front of Wilbur's desk, softly apologizing for being late. Wilbur looks up at her with a grin and mocked, "Well, well, well, looked who finally decided to show up at work. So…tell me Elsa what happen-what you over slept, the babysitter didn't show up- what is it?"

Elsa felt a slight twinge of hurt, but she shrugged it off, almost forgetting that this was her boss she whispered, "I'm sorry."

"You know my father has his limits even for very good assistance," interpreted Wilbur, glaring at her in warning. Elsa nods her head in understanding and said, "Yes sir." Wilbur looked over at Heather and asked, "Heather, where's his binder?"

"Oh yes," Elsa interrupted, "I left it here on your father's desk, because I knew he would need it for his meeting this morning."

"And his circulation records?"

"Circulation records are attached," confirmed Elsa. "Oh! And your…9 o'clock appointment is here."

Wilbur jump back in shock a little and said in disbelief, "9 o'clock…" he looks on his watch in panic, "IT'S 10!"

Seeing Wilbur's reacting cause Elsa to flabbergast, but softy she reminded him, "Your father has agreed to meet with Mr. Once-ler, he runs a non-profit organization. Should I let him in?"

Not really wanting to be dealt with, he said, "It's fine-It's fine, whatever." Wilbur glares over Heather with a frown, silently asking her to leave. Heather held back a squeak in fear and ran out of the office. Elsa comes back in with The Once-ler and introduced, "Mr. Once-ler."

"Hi I'm Once-ler," said the grinning tall man, "and I am so glad you took this meeting." He grabs Wilbur's hand and shakes it excitedly. Wilbur could only look at Once-ler in dubiety and work on his files as the man babbled on, "Now I'll be quick because I know you're a very busy kid. I have read in your father's magazine about your upbringing, and I just knew that this would be a program that you and your father would respond to. First of all, I am a nurse, and I have just opened a free health and wellness clinic. It's in one of the poorest neighborhoods in this city." He takes a long, deep breath of air and laughed, "Whoo! Forgive me I'm just…I'm just a little nervous. As you know-"

"Where do my father and I come in," Wilbur interrupted, bluntly.

"Well…um," Once-ler thought. After not finding the right words to say, he hands Wilbur a form of the organization. "It's a little non-profit, and everything I do I do it out of my own pocket and-"

"Whoa, whoa, let me stop you right now," said Wilbur. "My dad gives to cancer, he gives to Africa, and he gives to education. Those are his charities of choice."

"Well those are all very good charities," admitted Once-ler, "but you need to know that there is so much need in our community."

"'Our'," Wilbur snorted. "We are all afforded the same opportunity in 'our' community. What they do with theirs, is not my issue. Your answer is no. End of conversation."

Once-ler blinked eyes in skepticism. "End of conversation," he questioned.

"Elsa!" Wilbur called out. "Show Mr. Mer out!" Elsa walks in the office, while Once-ler looked back at Wilbur with a frown. "It's Ler," he corrected. "Mr. Once-ler."

"Right this way," said Elsa. Just as Once-ler was heading out the door, he stopped in tracks suddenly. He slowly turns around to go back up to Wilbur's desk. He knitted his own brows, glaring down at Wilbur, hoping it would get his attention. Wilbur glimpsed back at him in fear, wondering what he was going to do to him. "No!" barked The Once-ler, "I have been waiting in that damn lobby of yours FOR OVER A HOUR FOR YOU!" Wilbur felt like he had shrunk in his seat, but Once-ler continued, "Now, it's cool, you don't want to give any money, I get that. But this attitude, this blatant disrespect for other people's time and feeling, well, kid, that's just ridiculous! Does it take all of this for you to be that way? Then, kid, if it does, then you-you may be paying just a little too much!"

Wilbur could only stare at him wide-eyed; his own head was full of shock and fear. "And I can see myself out of this tacky-ass place," said Once-ler in frustration. "This place doesn't have any color, it is all white. No color of goodness, including you!"

Finally, Once-ler walks out of the office and into the waiting room. Leaving a very shocked Wilbur and Elsa frozen in place over Once-ler's speech. "Bratty-ass kid," mumbled Once-ler. "Wait until I tell everybody how selfish you are! And I can show my own self out, thank you very much."

He tries to open the other doors that lead outside of the waiting room. Seeing that it won't budge, he called out, "Hey, how do I open this damn door?!" Without any second thoughts, Elsa walks out of the office to help him out.


A/N: I really hope I won't take too long to upload the next chapter. I hoped you liked this one!

Eugene (Tangled)
Mildred (Meet the Robinsons)
Vanellope (Wreck-It Ralph)
Nod (Epic)
Coraline (Coraline)
Ms. Gothel (Tangled)