Day 7

Disclaimer: As usual, don't own anything... Don't even own my own soul...

"You have to be kidding. You're not turning this in." I looked up incredulously at her.

"She spent four solid hours on that thing!" Reeve shouted.

"I can tell..." I continued skimming the essay. "It's really good... and makes sense. Not too specific, but not so generic that it seems all hypothetical..."

"She's scary, seriously," Reeve said, looking unnerved. I ignored him.

I finished reading the essay and handed it back to Lucrecia. "You have to be joking. You can't turn that in and live…"

"If this is what I have to do…"

"So are you going to help?"

She took a moment to respond, thinking. "I would not support what you are doing under… normal circumstances, but considering…" She paused again. "I'll help you, but only within reason."

I shook my head.

"What?"

"You still believe in 'normal?' Of all people…" She had walked into it, but that doesn't mean I didn't deserve the glare.

Randal entered the room finding people out of their seats for the third day in a row. Sephiroth, Reeve and I got ten detention points each. I was not happy about that.

"Ten points on strike one? Do I get a warning or something?"

"You have had multiple warnings."

"But why jump to ten points? That is an unheard of singular quantity!"

"We got about twenty each when we walked in the school..." Sephiroth muttered.

"That's 'cuze you walked in with a katana, Sephiroth."

A few people laughed, Randal glared them into instant silence. "This is not your decision, Brent," Randal snapped, "If you talk back to me like that again, I'll make it fifteen."

I was silent because I didn't trust myself to open my mouth. I sat back down, sulkily.

I was angry, I was supposed to be working on the essay, but I wasn't doing as told today. I doodled.

By the end of class I had done chibis of several of my classmates, including Lucrecia surrounded by books and papers, and Aerith holding a copy of Twilight. I was amusing myself with a little Cait Sith when a note fell onto my desk.

"Lucrecia, I don't think you should do this. Really, you've already been in more trouble than you deserve. Don't make things worse for yourself if you don't have to. –Vincent"

"Vincent is right. Remember what happened to me concerning Cait Sith? Don't get yourself killed. –Reeve"

"DON'T KILL YOURSELF! Let one of us do it! Make Vincent do it!! –Yuffie"

"I agree with Yuffie, don't make yourself a martyr for nothing. You've got a clean reputation compared with the rest of us. –Captain Cid"

I shook my head, smiling, and began my own additions to the note.

"I think your essay is a wonderful idea, actually. You might want to soften the tone, but… I'll take credit for the whole plan if you get into trouble. –Nix"

I tossed the note onto Lucrecia's desk. She looked up in surprise from editing her essay. She read the note, jotted something on it, then tossed it back to me surprisingly deftly for someone so studious.

"I'm taking Nix's advice. Thank you all for caring, though. I think I know what I'm doing. Love you, Vincent. –Lucrecia"

I tossed the note back to Cid so that everyone who had written on the note could read her response. I returned to my doodles. By the end of the class, the page was covered. And my favorite was a Chibi Lucrecia hugging Chibi Vincent with vampire fangs.

Author Note: No updates for over a month? Blame Hojo... and my for real English teacher... I do bite my thumb at you!

Next chapter will be longer, but will not take as long to write. Does that make sense? I don't think so...

I enabled anonymous reviews, so I had better get some from my friends! -Pouts-

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