Morgan was walking to her apartment door and Peter had just gone pass her with his head hanging. They were both bummed about something; Morgan about math and Peter about Megan.

"Why so glum?" She asked.

"Megan has moved on." He replied sadly. "You?"

"If I keep failing in math; Miss. Bea wants a parent conference." She answered sounding just as sad as him.

Peter just threw his back pack on the couch and went to his room. He noticed that most of his toys were on the floor. "Sarah! I told you many times to stay out of my stuff!"

She was in the living room; sitting on the couch watching cartoons.

He sighed as he plopped down on his bed. Giselle saw this as she was about to pass his room and grew concerned. "Peter?"

He growled with anger. Right now he didn't want anyone to pity him; that's all it was every time someone saw him in a bad mood or unhappy; they would want to talk to him, ask him questions, what's wrong? Then sometimes things would get too mushy for him to handle. "Just leave me alone."

"But-" She began, getting more concerned.

Peter got up, slammed the door and then turned the knob to lock it.

She stood there in shock. Usually when something bothered Peter; they would talk about it. Robert heard the slam and walked over to Giselle. "What just happened?" He asked.

"I don't know; he didn't want to talk about it."

"I wouldn't worry about it; sometimes kids need their space and time to cool off." He explained.

She nodded understanding. "Should I just go check on Morgan then?"

He nodded.

She headed for Morgan's room and hoped that she wouldn't slam the door like Peter did with his. "Can I come in?" She asked knocking on the door.

"Come in."

Giselle was relieved. She walked in the room and sat down at the edge of Morgan's bed. "Is everything alright Morgan? You've been awfully quiet."

"Nothing really; just school and stress I guess." She showed Giselle one of her math papers and the F she received.

Giselle opened her mouth to say something.

"Yeah I'm not really good at math; I've been struggling since the second grade." Morgan explained.

Giselle examined the paper. "Morgan, you did great."

Morgan was shocked to hear this. "Huh?" She wanted to make sure she heard right. Her? Morgan Philip? has actually done great on math.

"Yeah." Giselle replied. "You got about ten out of fifteen right; that should get you a C or a B; not an F. This paper you showed me is improvement and outstanding."

"But I don't understand; Miss. Bea said I got them all wrong." Morgan was confused.

Giselle smiled. "Well she was all wrong."

Morgan smirked. "Just wait till I tell Miss. Bea tomorrow."

Meanwhile; Melanie and Mathew had just finished having dinner at Bella Nottes and they decided to go to Central park for a nice walk; in the forest like area. It was getting dark out but that's what made it so beautiful.

"So, you're an artist huh?" She asked playfully elbowing him in the ribs.

"Well I don't like to brag but yeah, I've drawn some pretty neat stuff."

"Can I see?" She asked curiously.

So Mathew took his back pack of his back, unzipped it and got out a sketch book. "This sketch, well it was done just recently."

Melanie gasped with delight as she saw the sketch. It was a sketch of the trees, the night time sky, the half moon and birds flying by. "You sketched all of this? It's perfect."

He smiled. "Yeah but it's not as perfect as the real thing."

For a moment; everything was silent as they stared at each other and then they moved their faces closer until their lips touched. The romantic kiss lasted for about fourteen seconds and then they pulled apart. His sketch book was dropped to the ground when they kissed and Melanie noticed their was a picture of them standing together; on the same page that he showed her before they kissed.

"That's us." She said.

"Huh?" He turned to see what she was pointing at. "Oh yeah, it is."

"I must have not noticed it before."

They walked off; Mathew had a finger out and it was glowing. He forgot all about his sketch book; still right where he left it but something seemed different about the sketch. The drawings were moving; the leaves were falling of the trees, the birds were flocking around and Mathew and Melanie were kissing.

A person stepped out out from behind a tree when he\she was certain that the couple was gone; the person had it's eyes on Mathew's sketch book and slowly walked over to it. It was a female wearing a dark blue uniform like skirt, a white t-shirt and sneakers; it was Angelica and she carefully picked it up from the ground not wanting to make much noise.

Melanie and Mathew were on a bridge watching the sunset; it was a beautiful sight for the both of them. "This is beautiful Mathew; I never really got to see the sun set before." She told him.

He smiled with pure affection. "Well tonight is your big chance."

She giggled a little. "So you come here often?"

"Well this is one of my best thinking spots; especially when I'm sketching and painting."

"You paint too?" She asked surprised.

He nodded.

"This has been a very great date." She finally said after awhile of silence.

"So, out of all the dates you've been on; which date do you think you enjoyed the most?" He asked curiously.

"Actually this has been my only date." She answered truthfully. It was true she had never dated anyone before because most of the boys at her other school was jerks and she just wasn't interested in that kind of stuff.

He smiled as he stared into her eyes. "I have never dated anyone before either."

She returned the smile and as they held hands and watched the sunset; she felt sparks and like she was floating. This date with Mathew had been one of the best days she ever had so far and she hoped that they could go out again sometime.

What the two were unaware of; was that Angelica had been spying on their whole date, she followed them everywhere they went, she had a cell phone with her too and took a few pics of them and now she had Mathew's sketch book and had seen all his art. A big devious smile was on her face as she watched them stare into the sunset.

At Eight Pm; Peter was still locked in his bedroom and wouldn't let anyone in. Sarah first tried knocking on the door and shouting for him to open the door, he wouldn't listen so she called Robert. "Daddy! He's not listening!"

Robert rushed over to the door and knocked on his door. "Peter!"

There was no answer.

Sarah was getting very cranky. "I wanna go to bed!" She whined.

"Peter, please unlock this door now." Robert was stern.

"No! Go away!"

Robert turned to Giselle who was listening to all of this. "Giselle, take Sarah in the living room; I'll handle this."

He knocked on Peter's door. "You can't just lock everyone out of your life; I know something's bothering you and you're never going to feel any better if you don't talk about it. It's Eight O'clock and Sarah is getting really cranky."

"Just leave me alone and have her sleep on the couch!" Peter replied.

"You open this door right this instance, young man."

"No!"

"Open this door or you're in big trouble." Robert told him.

"Go ahead and ground me again; I don't care! I'm not going to be hanging out with Megan anymore, anyways!" Peter shouted.

Robert sighed and banged his head on the door with frustration.

A moment later; Giselle had got a few big towels from the cabinet in the hallway, walked back in the living room and put them on Sarah; who was on the couch with a pillow under her head. "There you go sweetie." She gave Sarah a kiss on the cheek and after saying goodnight; Giselle followed Robert to their room.

"What are we going to do about Peter?" She asked after shutting the door.

"We'll worry about it tomorrow. Peter's gonna have to come out for school." He replied giving her a quick kiss on the lips; then she got into bed with him, they got covered in, kissed each other good night and fell asleep.

Morgan jumped out of bed; smiling. One of the reasons she was so happy was because she didn't do so 'horrible' on her math after all and she was going to correct a teacher. She got her math paper of her night stand and then walked out of the room. She heard Robert knocking on Peter's door; begging him to unlock it; which was pointless, the boy could be so stubborn.

"Peter! Open up would you? You can't stay in there forever." Robert told him.

Giselle was in the kitchen; she had just finished making oatmeal and Sarah was already sitting at the table. Melody was in her high chair and Giselle put a bib on her.

Morgan entered the kitchen, sat down at the table and Giselle noticed the big smile on her face. "Why so happy?"

"Because Miss. Bea is going to be surprised when I tell her."

Peter entered the kitchen with Robert.

"Now eat your oatmeal." Robert told him.

Peter plopped down; he was sitting across from Morgan.

"How did you get him to come out?" She asked.

"I told him I would go to his school and show all the kids his baby pictures." Robert grinned at Peter who looked annoyed.

After breakfast; Morgan got up, grabbed her backpack and trotted out the door.

Sarah went in her bedroom to play.

"Stay out of my stuff!" Peter shouted after her.

"No!" She shouted back while smiling.

He picked up his backpack and headed for the door.

"Peter?" Giselle asked concerned as she followed him to the door. He stopped and stared at her with no expression. "Did something happen yesterday?"

He turned the knob, walked out and slammed the door shut.

Morgan was walking in the halls with Melanie and George. "So it turns out that I didn't get them all wrong after all; I got about ten out of fifteen right."

"Then why would Miss. Bea give you an F?" George asked confused.

She shrugged. "I don't know; she was probably in a rush that she wasn't really paying attention."

"You do realize that you're going to correct a teacher?" Melanie asked in a tone that made Morgan have second thoughts on what she was about to do.

"Yeah, so?"

"So? Miss. Bea is very strict and kind of snobby; you're gonna have to tell her in a nice way not an in your face way." Melanie explained. "Don't get on her bad side."

She was right. Teachers did not like to be corrected by students when they were wrong; so Morgan needed to be careful.

After second period; when all the kids had left the classroom; Morgan picked up her backpack and walked over to Miss. Bea who was sitting at her desk reading a novel. "Excuse me, Miss. Bea?" Morgan asked getting her attention. "I uh have to tell you something."

Miss. Bea got up from her desk and faced Morgan; her arms were folded and she was taping her feet. Morgan reached into her backpack and got out the math paper with the F.

"Remember when you said I got an F on this paper? Giselle saw it and told me that I got ten out of fifteen correct." Morgan finished and waited to see Miss. Bea's reaction or what she would say.

"And?" Miss. Bea was sarcastic.

"And you gave me an F." Morgan tried not to sound to annoyed.

"I know what I gave you." Miss. Bea replied with an attitude and also sounded snobby.

"But I didn't get them wrong! I even used a calculator to make sure Giselle was right-" Morgan got cut off.

"I'm the 'teacher' Morgan; not Giselle and I will give you whatever grade I want. You're stepmother wouldn't know a thing or two about math; she's not that smart."

Morgan couldn't believe what she was hearing; Miss. Bea was saying mean things about Giselle. When Morgan thought Bea was finished; she wasn't and she said worse about Giselle.

"She's so dumb, an airhead and gullible. It's almost as if she's a princess from some fantasy world or a child's fairy tale book." She had a smirk on her face.

"Now get out of my class; shoo, shoo, get lost." She literally put her hands on Morgan's back and began to push her towards the door. Morgan jerked away and she was mad! Who did this teacher think she was; talking about her stepmom like that?

"Okay; first of all; nobody ever talks about my mother like that; you don't know anything about her to judge. And you gave me F's on purpose; didn't you? You always have bad and sarcastic attitudes with me! You have something against me and I never even did anything to you!"

Miss. Bea still had her arms folded; a smirk on her face and her feet stopped taping. "Guess what? You just got yourself a detention." It didn't even sound like she was upset; it sounded like she was kind of happy about it.

Morgan was shocked hearing this. Not once in her life; she had never got a detention before. "What?"

"I will be looking forward to seeing you after school; right in this class." Miss. Bea got a yellow detention slip of her desk and handed it to her. She walked up to Morgan with a satisfied smile. "Not only do you seem to not be smart at math; but you lack knowledge about life. Giselle is not your mother; she's your 'stepmother.' A mother is someone who 'had' you, gave birth to you; not some stupid woman who came into your life eight years ago."

She opened the door. "Have a nice day." She pushed Morgan out the door and she fell to the ground; a few girls that were passing by; pointed and laughed at her. Melanie and George rushed over and helped her up.

"Are you okay?" George asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She quickly helped herself up.

"What happened in there?" Melanie asked.

"Miss. Bea happened!"

"Did you tell her about the F on your math paper?" George asked.

"Yes, and she had an attitude with me."

"What did she say?" Melanie asked.

"She started saying stuff about Giselle; that she's dumb, an airhead and gullible; so I got mad and defended her and Miss. Bea gave me a detention slip."

Melanie was surprised. "You have detention?"

"Yeah; right after school's over."

The last bell rang and Peter was the last one to leave the classroom. He saw Megan and Simon walking together, talking about going to the arcade and she laughed at all his jokes. The sight of it was just too much for him. As soon as he left the building; he kicked the door shut and went to his bus.

On the bus; Megan and Simon were sitting together and Peter was all by himself in the back; near a window.

"Oh Simon, you are so funny!" Megan told him.

When he got home; he threw his backpack at the wall, stomped to his room, yelled at Sarah to get out; when she wouldn't leave; he pushed her out, slammed the door shut and locked it again.

"He's upset again; just like yesterday." Giselle said.

"He won't talk to us or tell us what happened." Robert replied.

"Where's Morgan at?" She asked.

"She's probably just a little late."

At Morgan's school. "Are you sure you're going to be okay here by yourself?" Melanie asked her.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Morgan watched as her friends left the building and she began to walk to Miss. Bea's class for detention.