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Couplets:

Chapter 7:

Morning

"Wake up in the morning feelin' like P. Diddy—"

"Shut up, Duncan!" Quigley and I yell.

"You don't have to sing that verse every morning," Quigley complains.

"Yes I do! I always wake up in the morning, don't I?" Duncan asks matter of factly.

"Not on weekends!"

"Ugh! Stop fighting! I'm going to the bathroom! And when I get back, you two had better already stopped your annoying bickering! Or you'll be serverly punished! You know I can be violent, so you know I'm not kidding!" I yell.

"I'm sorry, Quigley, I'm an idiot!" Duncan apologized immediately to Quigley, hugging him.

"I'm sorry, Duncan, I'm a toucan!" Quigley apologized, hugging him back.

"A toucan? Now you're the idiot!" Duncan yelled pulling away.

"No, you're the idiot!" Quigley argued.

"No, you're the idiot! You called yourself a monkey, when you don't even look close to one!"

"A toucan is a bird, not a monkey, you idiot!"

"You're more of an idiot!"

"You're more of an idiot! You even admitted to being an idiot! Only an idiot would admit to being an idiot! IDIOT!"

"You're an idiot! Only idiots use big words like 'admitted', you idiot!"

"Admitted isn't that big of a word, idiot! You know what? You're a big word, you idiot!"

"If I'm a big word, then you're a small word! And big words are more important than small words! Think before you insult, idiot! Only an idiot doesn't think before he insults, idiot!"

"Wow, I can't get over how much of an idiot you are! Talk about thinking before you insult! Small words are used more frequently than big words, you idiot!"

"You just used a big word! IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT!"

I roll my eyes. They fight like this EVERY morning. It's horribly annoying. Although I must admit it can get funny at times. I walk out of the shack, remembering to grab all the stuff I need, not bothering to listen to the rest of their fight.

I head for the school bathroom. I don't know why, but the school is always unlocked. The school could end getting robbed. Wait, I take that back. Who wants to rob a school? Only an idiot would. Wow… 'idiot' must be the Word of the Day or something.

Anyways, there is no bathroom in the shack, so we have to use the school bathroom. I get ready in there every morning.

I get my toothpaste and toothbrush. As I brush my teeth, I rant to myself about Bonnie:

Who does she think she is? She's not an orphan, so she has no right to go near our shack. That's ourterritory. And who is she to like Klaus and it's suddenly all one big romance novel? (Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little bit there.) I've known him longer! We've gone through a lot more together!

And may I add he attempted to save me and my brother from that stupid, dark elevator shaft...and his sisters had an equal attempt…and they also searched and tried to help me and Duncan in that cramped fountain, as well! Not only am I closer to him than Bonnie, but I am also closer to hisfamily. And she can never top any of that.

I need to calm down…even though it's all true.

I finish brushing my teeth and look in the mirror. And laugh out loud, as I'm grinning from ear to ear.

Aw, great, now Duncan's got me quoting songs!

Whatever.

I go into the stall to change.

*First class of the day*

I walk into Miss Bass's class. If you're wondering what happened to Quigley and Duncan, they stopped fighting as soon as I stepped into the shack. I don't know what I would've done to them if they kept on fighting. I only threaten them just to scare them.

It works.

He he.

I sit in my horrible seat that is unfortunately next to the horrible Carmelita Spats. Fortunately, she thinks it's 'fashionable' to be 'fashionably late'. Although the most late she's ever gotten, is a minute. She is so dumb.

When class starts, the first thing Miss Bass does is yell, "Alright, imbeciles! Get a piece of paper and pencil out right now! You'll be taking notes on what I am going to say! You better write fast, because I'm not going to repeat myself!"

Normally, in any other class, you would hear groans. But if you groan in Miss Bass's room, she screams at you so loud your head will fly off.

Miss Bass starts talking—er, yelling, "You will work on a math project! It will be on rulers and the metric system! You need a poster board that's 12.5 inches long and wide! The poster must contain information on the rulers and metric system inventors' history, and the history of rulers and the metric system itself! Project due next Monday! NO EXCEPTIONS!"

Another reason why my seat is horrible: It's in the front row, so I get her yelling full blast.

"But that's not enough time!" somebody whines in the back. Somebody else smacks him and says, "Whiner!"

Mis Bass shuts them up with a large 'Shut up'.

She continues:

"I have an idea!" Miss Bass exclaims, "Bonnie, why don't you and Klaus work together, like yesterday? In fact, why don't you allwork as partners? Yay! Partners rock! Partners rule! Partners have fun and they're cool! Yay!"

It's official. She's gone insane. And not just the fact that she made up a song about partners, but she paired up Klaus with Bonnie!

"Now get in with a partner before I start yelling! NOOOW!"

She's way past insane.

I hear Carmelita sigh. In a dull tone, she says, "Come to my dorm during Nero's concert. We'll be skipping it. I can't stand his excruciating racket."

It's a few minutes before Nero's concert. It's quite a long walk to Carmelita's dorm, but at least I have some time to think. Some time for myself. Well, this moment will probably be very short. Anyways…

I haven't spoken to Klaus all day. He was either with Bonnie, or…with Bonnie or…with…Bonnie.

Did he work with her in every class? I think he did! Him working with her most of the time is obviously her idea. Well, he's eventually going to find out she has a thing for him. Especially since she always stares at him.

I'm almost at Carmelita's dorm and—what's he doing?

"Duncan! What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

He's on his hands and knees with a paper clip in his hand, in front of Dorm 227.

"I would say picking the lock, but your not smart enough for that," I say crossing my arms.

"Hey! Just because I am not very bright, doesn't mean I can't pick a lock," he says glaring.

I walk up next to him and ask, "Why do you want to go in there anyways?"

"Because it's Adam's room," Duncan says, intently trying to pick the lock.

"Ever heard of knocking? And what business do you have with Adam?"

"I didn't knock because I saw him downstairs. And he took my penguin pencil!"

I raise an eyebrow. "Your penguin pencil?"

"Yeah, it's a very long story on why I like that thing, but I need to get my pencil!"

I shove him to the side and take his paper clip. "Let me try."

I don't honestly know how to pick a lock. I begin to move it left and right and up and down until I heard a click.

"Cool, I did it!"

Duncan rushes inside. I stand by the doorway and watch him quickly search one section of the room, and another, and another, and so on.

His face suddenly lights up and he jumps pretty high. While staring at the pencil all googly eyed, he slowing walks out of the room.

Weirdo.

I shut the door and walk straight on to Carmelita's dorm. I'm surprised to see her door is all pink and glittery, while all the other ones are just your ordinary plain doors. Even her dorm number is glittery. It wasn't like that last time.

I reluctantly knock on her door and end up getting glitter all over my hands. I tried to wipe them off on my clothes but the glitter ends up getting on them, too.

Stupid glitter.

I knock on the door again and a clump of glitter falls to the floor.

"I'm coming!" I hear Carmelita say from the inside. A few seconds later, she opens the door. "Come in," she says dully.

Apparently she re-did her whole room, I feel drowned in pink. It's everywhere! If Violet were here, she would go insane!

"Nice room…"

"Thanks, I got the best people to re-do it," Carmelita says while closing the door.

"Sooo…you like pink?"

"Eh, it's alright," she says and plops onto her bed which is holding a laptop at the moment.

I stand there awkwardly.

She looks at me, "Just because I'm mean doesn't mean I'm not polite," she says patting the space next to her.

I awkwardly sit next to her and she says to me, "So I got the poster board, it's over there," she points to a corner, "and I got scissors, markers, papers, la te da…and all that junk."

"Alright, "I say, "Have you found any research?"

"What?" she looks shocked, "No! I have way better things to do than figure out when time was invented or whatever she said to do. I got the supplies, didn't I?"

I have to give her some credit for that. I personally thought she'd lay around and do nothing. But still, I say, "You have to do more than that. You're not just finished all of a sudden!"

"Well, I'm not going to do anything hard if that's what you want."

I think for a moment. Then I say, "Once we get all the information, you can either write or type it all down."

"I'll type," she says.

"And noticed how I said we."

Carmelita groans, but them turns to the computer and types in the website for Google.

While typing, she says to me, "I don't have to listen to you, you know."

"Then why are you?"

"Because I have nothing better to do."

"But you said you had more important things to do than the project."

"I do."

"Like what?"

"Breathing."

"You have a point there…"

It takes us about two hours to actually find some decent information about the metric systems inventors. Carmelita spent practically the whole time complaining:

Blah, blah, blah, "I hate this project," blah, blah, blah, "There are too many links," blah, blah, blah, "Where are all the pictures?" Blah, blah, blah, "The projects on rulers? I thought it was on time!"

As soon as we get the history stuff, Carmelita copies and pastes everything on Microsoft Word. Then she immediately logs on to Facebook.

"Why are you going on Facebook?" I ask.

"Because I haven't gone on it in two long, horrifying, tortuous hours! Duh!"

Over dramatic much? Although I must agree it was horrible.

She looks back at the screen, "Only one friend request? That's not fair!"

I look at her weird.

She clicks on the request and sees that it's none other than Bonnie.

"I would reject her, but it'll give me fifteen more friends than Marcella! Yeah!" Carmelita clicks 'Confirm' then goes to her profile.

I look at her weird again, "Isn't Marcella one of your best friends?"

"Oh, please! I know she talks bad about me behind my back! I'm not an idiot! We just act like we're friends."

"Oh. One more question, how come you don't like Bonnie?"

"I told you already. I have my reasons and you have yours," she answers, flipping her hair.

"Yeah, but you've never talked to her before," I point out.

"Neither have you!"

I frown, "Yes I have."

"Oh. Well…it's none of your business, anyways."

I'm quiet for a second. Then it hits me.

"Whatever," I say emotionless.

"I don't even know why you would care."

"That's cool," I say emotionless, again.

"You don't care? My friends, and people I don't even know always get nosy about my life and start bombarding me with questions about stuff they have nothing to do with. I end up lying to get them to leave me alone."

"Wow, that must stink," I say sympathetically.

Whoa, now. I'm feeling sympathetic for Carmelita Spats? Something has gone seriously wrong with me.

"It does. It's every single day too! I even lie to my friends sometimes just so they'll get off my back."

"That's pretty bad," I say, picturing Carmelita getting so fed up with them and just bursting out a lie.

"I might as well tell you. All the other nosy people don't know why, and they really don't deserve to."

She's going to tell me? Cool!

"Alright," I say.

"You're going to think I'm really shallow though."

"Who would think something like that?" I ask sarcastically.

Carmelita raises an eyebrow.

"Sorry," I say quickly.

"Swear you won't tell anyone?"

"Swear."

She sighs and says, "She's way too pretty."

That's it?

"That's it?"

"Well, yeah. I don't like anyone who's prettier than me."

Seriously? Ok…

"Seriously?" I ask.

"Yeah. Don't get any ideas though. I don't like nerds like you either."

I raise my eyebrows.

Excuse me?

She smirks, "Relax, I'm kidding."

I laugh, "Mhm…sure"

She scoffs while smiling.

"It's your turn. Why don't you like Bonnie?"

I surprise myself by actually telling her the whole Klaus thing.

"Ahh, I have been down that road a few times before. No matter which way you come out, you'll still be alive."

I'm walking back to the shack. Would you believe that Carmelita and I had a four hour long conversation? She's actually nice. I can hardly believe it myself.

I open the door to the shack. Quigley and Duncan are yelling at each other again.

"Well only an idiot doesn't know how to put together a 10-piece puzzle!" Quigley yells.

"I was five years old! And you're the idiot for thinking anyone could put together that puzzle! Nothing matched!" Duncan yells back.

"Oh my gosh, you are such an idiot! That puzzle was a picture of you! Who else besides me could put it together better than you can? Oh, that's right, considering the size of your brain, NO ONE!"

"I can't believe you two are still on that! You two are both idiots how about that?" I scream at them.

Duncan shrugs, "Yeah, okay."

"Sure," Quigley says.

"Good," I say, "Now can we go to sleep? I'm tired."

"Ok, yelling is tiring," Quigley says.

Duncan turns off the light.

I lie down. I wonder if Klaus is charging interest for that money I owe him...

IT'S DONE! The chapter I mean…not the story…I actually meant for the story to be a few chapters long. It's probably going to reach ten or something now. I would've uploaded sooner, but the internet broke. But it's fixed now. Anyways…REVIEW! IT'S THE BEST THING TO DO! And because it will give you something to do. So review!

That rhymed...

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