So yeah...I haven't updated since like...forever but...yeah... here you go!

In most cases one would automatically assume that a near death experience and the inducing of long-term trauma would be enough to pardon any past misgivings. Unfortunately, Mr. Woodenmeyer was not one to follow the conventional way of thinking. No, he didn't care that Renee had been sexually assaulted. He didn't care that she was in hospital for a month thanks to broken limbs. He didn't care that she was probably traumatized by the event and maybe- just maybe, couldn't stand being stuck in a room by herself with a bunch of boys everyday after school! No. He was just 'happy to see her back to her old self'.

"What'cha mumblin' to your self ?"

The red head shot her gaze upwards, "Le-" The boy shot her a wide eyed stare in warning, "Lincoln. I'm not mumbling to myself. I'm just cursing Woodenmeyer to Hell."

"It's not a pretty place." Michael sighed gravely, "If it hadn't been for my fantastic beast taming skills, I would never have made it out alive."

Lincoln swivelled in his chair to face the long nose, "You've been there!" he asked in mystified awe.

"No he hasn't." Greg butted in, "Don't be so gullible Lincoln. He's lying."

Lincoln gasped, "Are you lying?"

"What? No!" Michael exclaimed, and to Greg he said, "And you go back to sleep!"

Renee was about to inject her own retort but couldn't be bothered to when the scent of lemons and sugar wafted under her nose. She rose from her slump on the table with a pleasant smile. Charles was placing a delicate cup of tea accompanied by a plateful of sugar cookies before her.

She breathed deeply, "This is exactly what I needed. Thanks Charles."

"Anything for you my sweet! And Lincoln get yer dirty paws away from them! Your cookies are in that bucket!"

Somehow that statement led to a verbal war between Charles and Greg which would soon escalate to pure violence. Fortunately, before things could get truly heated, the door to the classroom opened and in walked Mr. Woodenmeyer with Sheila in tow.

The man assessed the situation with narrowed eyes, "There doesn't seem to be much studying going on."

Renee merely popped another cookie into her mouth.

"Ahh! Mellorine!" Charles suddenly cried. Prancing up to Sheila he fell down to a knee and offered her the plate of cookies held high over his head, "Please do help yourself to some of these scrumptious delicacies. And if this is not fitting to your taste, I have plenty more to choose from!"

"You have other sweets!" salivated Lincoln, "Gimme!"

"They're not for you." Charles growled.

A tick steadily grew in Mr. Woodenmeyer's head as he watched the proceedings. The man finally blew, "Renee Hofstadter! I explicitly told you that this time is to be spent tutoring your two charges! And instead what do I see? A tea party! Greg sound asleep! And Leroy sticking pens up his nose! Why is Leroy sticking pens up his nose?"

As serious as one with pens stuck up their noses could be Lincoln stated, "I'm not Leroy anymore, old guy. It's Lincoln now." Lincoln then turned to face Michael once again and rapidly twitched his nose like a rabbit. Michael fell to the floor laughing.

Sighing like the old man he was Mr. Woodenmeyer shook his head in defeat. He really couldn't understand the lot of them. "I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want. Just make sure you keep coming and at least try to teach them. Uhg. I'm leaving now. And Ms. Bain's, hurry up and find that file."

"These cookies really are delicious Charles." Sheila said once the door had shut behind her boss, completely ignoring the fact that she had come with a mission of sorts.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Yes, Lincoln?" Sheila chuckled.

"You wanna put pens up your nose too?"

Lincoln was promptly attacked by Charles foot, "Don't ask that you idiot! Why the hell would an angelic princess like Lady Sheila ever want to do something so damn vulgar!"

Charles was then lured into another fight by an irritated Greg while Renee ignored the two and began to converse with Sheila and Michael about the renovations made in the local mall.

Lincoln, feeling oddly left out, noticed a large, gleaming, beautiful white sea gull fly past the open window. His stomach began to rumble. Lincoln licked his lips hungrily and without another thought jumped out of the large opening in the second-story classroom.

Michael was the first to notice Lincoln's suicidal action, "Gaaaahh! Lincoln! What the hell!"

"Shit!" Greg spat, breaking away from Charles he tightened his grip on his sword and jumped out of the window as well, hoping to catch his friend before any bones were broken.

In panic, everyone else ran to the window as well. Peering down they all felt relieved to see that both boys had survived, completely unscathed. Lincoln was waving up at them with a madman's grin while Greg was rubbing his sore head.

"Lincoln! What the hell are you doing?" Renee shouted furiously.

The boy pointed to the large grassy feild before the school that was currently hosting a large flock of sea gulls. "Food."

"What?" asked a perplexed Michael.

"I beleive he wants to hunt sea gulls and eat tem." Sheila offered as an explanation.

Lincoln nodded his head in agreement, "Can you cook 'em Charles?"

"Hmph." Charles snorted proudly, "Course I can...I've never cooked sea gull before but I bet a roast would be pretty good..."

"So we're hunting sea gulls then." Greg stated, pulling his sword out of the sheath while looking like quite the menace. "Heh. This should be easy."

"Yeah right!" Laughed Charles, "I doubt you'll be able to catch even one."

"It'd still be one more then you ever can." Greg bearing a wicked grin called in reply.

Charles narrowed his eyes, "Frickin' seaweed head! We'll see bout that!"

He then pulled himself onto the ledge of the window, completely prepared to jump down. But, in an after thought, Charles reached behind him and grabbed a hold of Michael around the neck. "You're coming too." he muttered, and ignoring the long nose's horrified screams Charles jumped out the window.

"Aaaah." Renee gasped in exasperation, "Those boy's are going to be the death of me! Honestly jumping out of windows and hunting sea gulls! Is that even legal?"

The red head looked to her older friend for support, to only see that Sheila too was climbing onto the window ledge. Renee paled, "What are you doing?"

Chuckling Sheila said from her perilous seat, "I've never eaten sea gull meat before. I'm sure it's quite tasty. And this all looks like good fun, so why not?"

Without waiting another moment Sheila jumped, leaving a shock stricken Renee in her wake. Two stories below her Renee could hear Lincoln shout, "C'mon Renee! It's not that far a jump! And none of us even got hurt!"

Looking down Renee saw all her friends huddled together staring up at her. Even Michael, who seemed to be afraid of everything, didn't look as though he quite minded being forced to jump two stories down. And none of them were hurt...so why would she be? Taking a deep breath Renee braced herself, and jumped over and out the window before the insanity of her actions could catch up to her usually logical brain.

The ground seemed to be rushing up to meet her at an impossible pace, and Renee just knew that this would be her end. The usually soft grass would pummel into her like a million boulders, leaving only a bloody trail behind. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, hoping to lessen the impact as much as possible.

THUD!

Her eyes flew open and she looked up at the blurry faced above her. The world was slightly shaking and their was an aching pain spreading from her lower back all the way up to her head and all the way down to her toes. Blinking a few tears away, Renee shakily pushed herself up into a seated position. Panting hard she shook her head lightly, in hope of easing the dizziness. The world began to still when a hand was thrust into her view. Clasping hold of it Renee was pulled onto her feet. "You okay?"

Renee looked into Lincoln's trusting eyes, and was surprised to know that she was okay. Yes, it hurt like hell. But, nothing serious. Nothing like what happened a month ago. She wasn't going to die from this.

Forming a shaky grin on her face Renee nodded. Yes she was okay. Then, only a breath's moment away the red head's eyes were narrowed into anger and she promptly struck Lincoln in the face with a thick fist. "You idiot! Don't ever do that again! And don't ever make me do that again!"

Instead of getting angry or crying from the pain like a normal person would Lincoln just laughed in reply and dodged Renee's other fist, "Aahhahaha! It's okay! You're not dead! I'm not dead! We're not dead! Now let's get some food!"

Without waiting for a reply Lincoln bounced on his feet, twirled around, and ran after a poor unsuspecting gull. The bird never knew what hit him.

"Hehehehe." Greg chuckled, "Let's do this."
He then turned to Charles, "Oi, shitty cook! I bet I can kill more of them then you."

Charles started back with an evil gleam in his eyes, "Oh, it's on."

The two boys then followed Lincoln into the fray and began to mercilessly slaughter the birds. Greg with his deadly sword and Charles with his lethal kicks. Both seemed to be fairly matched for this contest.

"Damn it." muttered Renee, "How the hell am I supposed to hunt birds?"

The red head turned to Michael, thinking that the long nose would be stuck with the same dilemma as her, but she was to be surprised. Michael had taken out what seemed to be a slingshot from the little pouch he always wore around his waist. Noticing Renee's raised eyebrow he explained, "I made it a while back and kept it ever since. I usually practice with tin cans but never an actual moving object. This could be good training."

With that said Michael ran into battle with a terrifying war cry.

Laughing at the long nose's antics Renee turned to Sheila instead, "Uhg. So what should we-the hell?"

The red head had noticed the dead bird Sheila was holding by the neck, and the large heap piled to the side of her feet. Sheila threw the bird onto the top of the pile and smiled at Renee quizzically, "What's wrong?'

"You- you! How? You...you never even moved!"

Sheila just chuckled, not bothering to supply Renee with a decent answer. Renee shook her head in astonishment and turning around, began to walk her way back to the school, "I don't care. I-I I'm going to go get...something. Like- a weapon or something or...uhg. Everybody's crazy."