"Ugh!" I said, walking into homeroom, as some of the people looked at me. I knew what they saw. A girl (me) wearing sweats, with a bandage around her forehead, crutches, and a bottle of water as she walked over to her seat. It was all an act. Oliver's blood really helped with the healing process and all. Some kids gasped when they saw me, as I pretended to have a hard time sitting down. Good thing they don't know that from the fall, if human, my butt would be "broken". I mentally smiled, then giggled. "Ow." I said, sitting down. A girl from my History class asked if she could anything for me.

"Kill me. Please, it will only take a second, I have the gun in my bag if you want it." I said to her, remembering the look on her face. Priceless. She gasped, as I shook my head.

"Alyssa, I was only kidding." then she shook her head, and started digging in my bag for the gun she will never find.

"Schuyler, don't do that, someone may take you seriously, and actually, shoot you or something! Don't joke around like that!" she shook her head again, and said down next to me. Alyssa was a good person, and a Blue Blood. I know she felt sorry for me with what happened with Jack. Everyone did. But only the Blue Bloods knew I was putting on a act for the Red Bloods. Jesse didn't approve of it. He told me to stay home for a few weeks, then do our act. I told him to suck it up, I wanted my credits. I wanted to graduate from high school. Get a job, maybe have some kids, grow old, die! Okay, maye not the last one. Because, you know, no one really wants to die really. Unless they are suicide bombers. I smiled. Achmed, Jeff Dunham. Funny. Alyssa looked at me smiling, I slowly turned to her and leaned towards her ear, and whispered.

"I, kiill yoou!" I said, in the best Achmed voice I could. I turned to her, the look on her face this time, again, pricless! Hey, I know what you're thinking, but injured people have some humor to! Well, actually, I'm not really injured, I'm just pretending. The bell rang, as I waited for the halls to clear. I had Trigonomitry right now, as I groaned. I hate trigonomitry! I just barely seem to pass that class. I then remembered Jesse was in that class, as I out my worries aside. I walked into class feeling really bum, as Mr. Henderson was already talking. I pretended to look weak, people gasping at my odd figure. My right arm, the hand I use to write, was "broken" and Mr. Henderson printed out the notes I needed for my quiz next week. He gave me the sheet, having everything I need on there, not even realizing I was using my left hand with no problem, to write my name with. I felt better, as Jesse and I passed notes through the entire class. At the end of class, Mr. Henderson spotted Jesse passing the note to me. I still laugh at what we were writing. He grabbed the note and read it aloud to the class.

"'So, Scuyler. What happened to those odd unicorns you found in your backyard?' 'Oh, I ate them.' 'Did you save some for me?' 'Sorry no, did you want some?' 'Yeah, sure!' 'Okay, I think I have some in my lunch box.' 'Cool!' 'But, I just call it roast beef, don't let Charlie know that though.' 'Charlie the unicorn Charlie?' 'Yes, shhhhhhh!' 'Okay, I won't tell him.' 'Okay, do you want some of my "roast beef" at lunch today?'" Mr. Henderson said, using quotation marks for roast beef. He continued, "'Yeah, I would. Is it the pink or purple one?' 'Both. I mixed them together to make the meat.' 'Oh, okay. Well, can't wait for lunch!' 'Yeah, me either! (giggles)' '(giggles) I wonder if we should give Mr. Henderson your unicorn sandwhich?' 'Yeah! That would be awesome!' 'Okay, lets do it!'" he stopped, ending the note, turning to me. "You unicorn murderer! How could you?"

"Like this." I said, taking my sandwhich out, taking a big chunk of unicorn sand which in my mouth, chewing. The whole class laughed at his face. He grabbed my snadwhich and stepped on it.

"Oh, great, now I'm going to turn into a unicorn! Thank you Schuyler, thank you!" he said, getting some paper towels to wipe my sandwhich off the bottom of his foot.

"Hey, it was already dead when I took a bite out of it." we laughed for another few minutes till the bell rang. Everyone but Jesse left me, heading to their class as I had to wait for the halls to clear up. When they were empty he walked me to History, kissing my cheek good bye. He was leaving early for some Blue Blood business I didn't even know about. He left, as I walked into class, feeling very sad for the rest of the day.

* * *

When I got home, my T.V. was on, I peared in and saw Jesse fast asleep in tuxcedo, his hair only slightly ruffled. I shook him awake.

"Jess, Jess, hon. Come on. Get up." I said, trying to lift him up, hoping he would budge. He didn't move. Groaned, sucked in a huge breathe and screamed in his ear.

"Ow! Mother fucker! What the hell was that for?"

"For not getting yup lazy!"

"What time is it?"

"Uh, I don't know." I looked at the clock.

"3:20." i said.

"Shit, gotta run."

"Why?"

"I have to be across town in ten minutes, Blue Blood business." I sighed.

"Yeah, fine, whatever. I'll just stay home and do my homework, and be bored and alone for the rest of the day I guess."

"Don't worry Sky. I'll be home by eight, and I invited Oliver to come over for a study group, just you two. He should coming in. Half an hour or so."

"Alright Jesse, go, go on. Don't be late for whatever 'it' is." I sat down, pulling my bag towards me, dragging out all the homework I needed to have done and turned in tomorrow. I sighed and got to work.

* * *

"Okay, Schuyler. What do you want to start on?" Oliver asked.

"Sleep." I responded.

"Yes, Schuyler, I know. Sleep would be nice, but we don't have time, we gotta get to work here!"

"No Ollie, I can't. I just wanna sleep today."

"No sleep for you if you don't get all you assignments done on time. Your grade will drop down so low, ugh. You'll still me 21 and in your junior year still!"

"Ugh, okay." and I got to work, waiting for Jesse to come home. Which he never did.