Okay, here's the aftermath of the donation situation - (What a rhyme!) If you still haven't figured the soon to be pairings, this chapter should give you a huge hint about one of them.

I do not own Rugrats, All Grown Up, or any of the producer's ideas - ninety-eight and three quarters percent guaranteed. (Anyone know what I just quoted?)


Chapter 7

96 Percent

Chuck was irate as he drove home. How could those stupid cheerleaders do something like that? Lillian had never done anything to them. She didn't even interact with them. The more Chuck thought about the scene, the more furious he became. Why did it have to be Lillian? A friend, someone he cared about, someone he actually liked, a lot. Chuck just wanted to get home and write his English report. Homework was relaxing to him, but when he arrived home, the phone rang. It was Tommy.

"Hey Chuck! What's up?"

"Nothing...why did you call?"

"You left your democrat donkey hat at my house, can I swing by and drop it off? After that, wanna hang out? We could practice our hooks. Maybe Phil could come too."

The taste in Chuck's mouth grew sour when he heard the name Phil. "That would be great if you could drop off my hat, I've been looking for it, but I can't practice. I have to write that English report on satire."

Tommy laughed out loud. "Why?"

"Because it's homework and a big grade for the semester."

"You do know Ms. Saupher doesn't actually read the team's reports, right?"

That statement angered Chuck. "What?"

Tommy spoke like it was no big deal. "Yeah, a couple weeks ago, when we had a different essay due, I never turned one in. She stopped me in the hall one day and said not to worry about it. Then she gave me a 92 for the assignment, she said that's probably the grade I would have gotten. Pretty sweet, huh?" There was silence. "Chuck?"

Chuck hung up without saying anything. He knew Tommy would give him grief tomorrow, but he didn't care. How could a teacher just hand out A's left and right, and to a baseball team? Did all the players know about this? How could they just take the free grades like that? Because they were lazy jocks, that's why. A part of Chuck didn't believe Tommy's story, but it would bug him forever whether or not it was true. So Chuck devised a plan. He would write a failing paper, bad grammar, misspelled words, unrelated sentences, any writing blunder you can name would be in his report. Chuck already had over 120 in Ms. Saupher's class. One bad grade wouldn't hurt him too badly. Chuck got right to work, it took him longer to write this report than any other, but it was fun for him to do something so out of character. While writing, he thought about LHS and why he was on the Titans. The more Chuck thought about it, the more he didn't understand why he wanted to hang out with Phil, Sean, or even Tommy sometimes. He'd seen how cruel the guys were time and time again, but he continued friendships with each of them. But no matter how fed up Chuck was, it would take something a lot more extreme to make him do something. Almost 2 hours later, Chuck finished his paper. The opening sentences were his favorite part.

Satire

Chuck Finster

Satire is a seriusly funny weigh of writeing. Its like when authors use these words to make a joke by pointing somthing out and then joking about it. Satire was used by Mark twane in animal farm and george Orewell in the adventures of tom soyer. Satire examples is found in life everyday. When kid laughs at anothr kid, its satire. Dont you hate it when that happens!!! When kidz are just so friggin mean that they hurt other kidz. I mean wats the point in being a meathead.

And that was just the first paragraph. In a weird kind of way, Chuck was proud of this paper. The report could earn him a 45, and that was being generous. This paper rekindled Chuck's love for essays, homework, and school in general. He got in bed to finish his book, relaxed and a little excited for school the next day. He had completely forgotten about Tommy's delivery. When the doorbell rang, Chuck didn't hear it. Someone down the hall was left to answer the door.


Kimi was mid-math problem when she heard the doorbell. She realized that no one had any intention of answering, leaving her to stop the ringing. Kimi opened the door and found Tommy Pickles standing outside wearing long sleeves, shorts, and an Aerosmith hat.

Tommy looked surprised to see her. "Hi. I, uh, brought Chuck's hat back. We talked earlier. He said I should bring it by. Is he here?"

"He's in homework land. I'll give it to him, promise." Kimi half-smiled and reached for the hat.

Tommy snickered. "Here," He gave Kimi the democrat hat, "Chuck really loves this thing."

"Yeah, he sure does...um, listen. About what happened the other day at lunch... It was a bad day, and I swore the next person I talked to was gonna get it. Uh, sorry."

"No, don't worry about. I should have submitted everything in writing first." Tommy smiled.

Kimi laughed her signature laugh, throwing her head back and letting out a loud chuckle. "Just remember for next time," Silence followed the comment. Kimi looked up at him and noticed his hat. "Aerosmith, nice."

Tommy looked at his cap. "Yeah, they rock. I got the hat at a concert a couple months ago."

Kimi reached up and touched the brim of his hat. "That's so cool."

Tommy took off his cap and held it out to Kimi. "Here, you can have it. I have about 6 others at my house. I kinda went crazy at the concert."

Kimi put the hat on. "Awesome, thanks," She and Tommy just looked at each other for a minute. Kimi broke the silence. "I, uh, have to go. See ya."

"Oh, um, yeah. Me too. See ya tomorrow." Tommy scratched his head, and walked down the sidewalk until darkness engulfed him. Kimi watched him leave until he disappeared.


Dil had finished his homework early in the afternoon for once, giving him some time with his drum set. His never-ending pursuit for the perfect song was in full throttle. Dil sighed to himself. He was getting close, he could feel it. "Come on brain, think! Write something of meaning, fix my mistakes," Dil tossed his music on the floor. "Hey..." He picked his paper back up and started mumbling to himself. "Come on brain...something of meaning...my mistakes. This rocks!" Dil shut himself in the rest of the night and wrote what became his perfect song."
Tommy didn't go straight home. He went to the park. It used to be his favorite place to hang out, but he hadn't been there for a long time. He found it ironic that he'd gone from never being caught dead there, to coming to the park twice in one day, once to film and now, to just think. Tommy tried to let his mind wander, but it kept wandering to Kimi. Why did he always think about her? This girl who had a nose ring, who wore tank tops all year round, who was a theater geek. Tommy had a girlfriend, Savannah, the most popular girl in school. He was sorting everything out when his cell phone rang. "Hello?"

Tommy recognized the voice, it was Savannah. "T? We need to talk, like, now."

"Uh, sure. Is something wrong?"

"Duh. Why weren't you at practice today? Everyone's counting on you and you, like, totally bailed. What's the deal?"

"I just-something came up." Tommy really wanted to tell Savannah the truth, but how was he supposed to say he was too busy filming?

"Whatever. Look, I'm really, like, mad at you right now. And I think I need to, like, find someone else, you know?"

"Wait! Wh-what?"

"I'm done Tommy. I'm so over you." Savannah hung up on Tommy, and that was it.

Tommy put his phone away and sat on a nearby bench. He knew it was getting late, but he didn't want to go home. So he stayed on the park bench, not thinking, not crying, just sitting watching the stars.


Kimi was dreaming. She was at the film contest. All the entries has been aired, and the judges were about to announce the winner, Tommy. He strode onto the stage and reached for the microphone. He said that he didn't deserve the award and that the only person who did was Kimi. She walked onstage and he immediately hugged her. Kimi sat straight up. Was she really dreaming that? Kimi didn't like Tommy, she barely knew the guy anymore. Kimi reached up to wipe her brow when she realized she was holding something. She looked down and noticed the Aerosmith hat in her hand.
Chuck glided into school the next morning. He had English second period. It was going to be the best 44 minutes of his life. Chuck didn't understand why he was so excited to turn in a failing paper. Maybe he wanted to prove that the baseball team wasn't treated that differently from anyone else, or maybe he just wanted to do something out of character. Either way, Chuck knew it was going to be a good day. He could just tell. By 8:38 AM, Chuck had officially decided that his instincts stunk.

Chuck caught up with Tommy after first period. He looked tired and sick. "Tommy? What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, nothin, man. I'm fine. Just didn't get a lot of sleep last night," Tommy failed to tell Chuck that he didn't leave the park until after midnight, and he was in huge trouble at home because of it.

"Oh, are you sure? You look really worn out."

"Savannah dumped me last night. I miss one stupid practice and it's all over," Tommy blurted and sneezed.

"Wow. Sorry, T. I know you probably feel awful, but things will get better. Don't worry. I have to go, talk to you at lunch, alright?" Chuck sped off to Ms. Saupher's class.

Chuck placed his report in the "turn in" bin on Ms. Sauper's desk when he got to class. He was especially chipper the entire 44 minutes. Ms. Saupher even told Chuck she was impressed with his behavior, not that she ever wasn't, but he was very active in the discussion today.

Chuck had lunch after fourth period. He was on his way to his locker, when Ms. Saupher stopped him in the hall. She had a paper in her hand. This is it. She's going to tell me I failed. "Hi, Ms. Saupher. How are you?"

Ms. Saupher was wearing a huge grin. Chuck thought that was really weird. "Hi, Chuck. I'm fine, thanks. I know you want to get to lunch, so I'll be quick. I have third period free, so I graded your classes' satire reports."

Chuck nodded. "Oh, how did I do?"

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Ms. Saupher, before you show me my grade, I would just like to say that I know this was not my best essay, but I hope I can improve for the future," Chuck interjected.

Ms. Saupher shook her head and chuckled. "On the contrary, Chuck. You paper was one of the best in the class. Now, you did have some conventional errors, so I took off some points. However, you still scored a 96! Congratulations!" the teacher thrust Chuck's paper at him.

Chuck was dumbfounded. "A 96, why? Don't get me wrong, Ms. Saupher, I'm happy I got a good grade--you know what? I take that back. I'm not happy I got a high grade. This is a failing paper! Did you even read it? Or did you just look at the name, realize that I play for the Titans and automatically give me an A? Because if you did read it, you would have noticed all the horrible spelling errors and the atrocious grammar. Not to mention the false information, irrelevant sentences, and inappropriate language," Chuck stopped to take a breath and noticed that his teacher's smile had faded.

"Chuck, you have to understand. I have a lot of papers to grade. I read some reports extensively because the writer might not be the best student. Then there are those students, much like yourself, who are the best and the brightest. I don't need to read those papers as carefully because I know that they will deliver good work, and I am also aware that the Titans' practice has been especially tough lately. Here, Chuck. Take the grade. You've earned it," Ms. Saupher handed Chuck his essay and waited for a response.

Anger swelled up inside Chuck. His head filled with everything he hated about the sports department, the nicknames, the cruelty towards others, what they did to Lillian, and now the free grades. It was all there, mocking him. That was the final straw. Chuck was doing something this time. All his life, he never took a chance. Not anymore. Chuck was done with a capital D. Now all he had to do was think of the perfect revenge. While having this conversation with himself, Chuck noticed Ms. Saupher was still standing in front of him.

He gritted his teeth and muttered. "Thanks," Chuck looked at his report with disgust. He stood in the hallway for a moment, having a staring contest with the paper. Then he ripped it into tiny little pieces and watched it flutter onto the floor. Needless to say, Chuck won the contest.


So Chuck is officially Chuckie again. Next chapter is all about Chuckie taking his anger out, maybe not in the best way. If you happen to have some extra time, it would rock if you could write a quick review. This is my first Fan Fic.