DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons" or "High School Story: Class Act," I only own Diana and Karena.


"So, Diana, are you guys doing one scene at a time?" Dad asked as we read over the play on the couch. "Or is it one act?"

"One scene at a time, and then we combine a couple scenes at a time before we run it through the whole way."

"So you first appear in Act 1, Scene 2," Dad explained with his copy of the play. "Your daughter, Miranda, is asking you to stop the storm before the men on the ship die, and if she was a goddess, she would have saved the men. You are assuring her that there is no harm done and that no one is going to die. Everything you have done is for her, and she doesn't think there is anything more to know about you. But you promise her that no one will get hurt. Then you start to explain her story. You explain to her that her father, you, were the duke of Milan, but you were forced out by evil deeds onto the island. Antonio was trusted with the state while you were quite drawn into the studies of the occult. You pretty much explained that, because of that, Antonio usurped you because he gained the respect of the people."

"So wonder I have so much to sing," I replied in aghast.

"Do you not like to sing?" Dad asked with a raised eyebrow. "You have your mother's talent with your voice."

"Well, thank you. I just wasn't expecting me to have my own song, you know. I thought I was going to be singing with people."

"And you are," Dad assured me. "But you are one of the main characters, too, so in this case, singing is important. Did you have any other questions?"

"I don't think so," I answered, unsure of myself. "I think Mom told me that the rehearsal was only for the song. So it's just me, Rory, and Amy rehearsing. Although, Adam might be there too."

"No matter what, just do your best, and if you need help, don't hesitate to ask Mom or Aiden. Even Ajay can help you, too." Dad paused, letting out a sigh. "So, no other questions?"

I looked over the scene one more time before giving Dad my answer.

"No, no more questions."

"Alright then. Off to bed with you."

We both got up, and I gave him a hug. I felt him hug me back and kiss me on the head.

"I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Dad."

I walked up the stairs, and I climbed into bed.


"Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart," I sang in the deepest voice possible. "There's no harm done."

"O, woe the day!" Amy exclaimed before my mom stopped playing the piano.

"Amy, watch your tempo on that last line," Aiden suggested with a smile on his face. "You sounded a bit fast."

"Got it!"

"And Diana, be sure to really enunciate the 'T' in amazement and piteous."

"Noted!" I replied as we continued on. Amy and I continued to sing to each other, and then Adam and Rory eventually joined in. My mom stopped the piano again as Aiden and Ajay gave the four of us notes.

"Let's go back to the line 'I will resist' after Prospero threatens to have Ferdinand imprisoned," Ajay directed us, and Mom continued to play. As on cue, Rory put on a glare at me.

"No, I will resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more power," Rory seethed as he drew his sword, but I pointed a finger at him, freezing him in place.

"Halt!" I yelled.

"Oh!" Rory exclaimed.

"O dear father!" Amy pleaded in song. "Make not too rash a trial for him, for he's gentle and not fearful."

Ajay motioned my mom to stop playing again.

"Perfect, Amy! You would plead with your father. He's just cast a spell on the love of your life. Rory, I'd like your fury to feel explosive. Prospero has made an outrageous accusation upon your honor. You seem off your game today."

"Right. Maybe I can shout that first line and draw my sword more hastily," Rory replied with a look of sadness.

"Let's try it at next rehearsal," Ajay suggested. "We're out of time for today."


"I heard that Skye is hosting a party for Fairfield," Caleb said as we took our seats in class.

"Wait, why is she hosting a party for Fairfield?" I asked with a perplexed look on my face. "Does she know students from Fairfield?"

"Fairfield's drama program is participating in the festival too," Emma explained. "Amy and Rory wanted to get to know them, so they worked with Skye to host a party."

"But wait, no one knows students from Fairfield," I replied, still confused. "How on earth are they going to spread the word?"

"Adam made phone calls," Michael answered. "He is the student body president after all. It's his job to reach out to other schools."

"I suppose you have a point," I said with uneasiness in my voice. "So, are we going?"

"I want to go," Emma said with a smile. "I'm always looking forward to meeting other students."

"Same here," Caleb chimed in.

"This isn't usually my thing," Michael said. "But heck, why not? I'm part of the play after all."

"Then it's settled," I replied. "We're going to that party."


I drove my red flying car to the Crandall house, and I shuddered at the sight. That house was where my first party was. I remembered being greeted very poorly because Emma wasn't invited and I told her to come with me. Then, Brian had stolen Caleb's ex-girlfriend, which resulted in me and my friends going on a scavenger hunt to try to find him. The only other time I had gone to Brian's house was to ask him whether he framed me for sabotage or not.

I walked in the door to find Sydney and Maria already by the pool, and we hugged each other hello. The house was eventually packed with students from Westport. The last guests to arrive were Amy and Adam while we were inflating water balloons.

"Join us!" Michael happily said, waving the twins over. "We're having a water balloon fight!"

"I'll pass for now!" Amy exclaimed with a look of nervousness. "I tried my hardest to look cool with my hair today and don't wanna mess it up!"

"I don't know who is worse, Amy, you or my dad," I replied with a chuckle, remember the million times my dad checked his black cowlick to be sure it was absolutely perfect.

"Are the Fairfield peeps here yet?" Adam asked.

"Nope," I answered. "The Westport crew's all accounted for though!"

Amy and Adam looked around for their friends, and they found Rory, Ajay, and Skye by the lounge chairs. I watched the two walk over and I got belted by one of the water balloons in the face.

"Alright, who threw that?!" I yelled out and saw Caleb in a fit of giggles. "Oh, it's on, mister! You messed up my cowlick!"

I looked up, and I giggled. Alright, I know who I got that one from.

As I chased Caleb around with a water balloon, I saw Brian do a cannonball into the pool and splashing Amy's group. Oof.

"How dare you!" Ajay exclaimed.

"Aw, no!" Rory exclaimed in horror. "My socks are soaked now."

"Hey! I'll get you back for that!" Amy exclaimed as she leaned into the pool. "Eat this!"

I watched her dip her hand in the pool and splash Brian.

"Big deal, ugly. I'm already wet!"

All of us flinched away from the pool as Brian tried to drench everyone again, and Amy gave him a look of worry.

"What, you mad?" Brian taunted. "I'd love to see you wimpy theatre freaks try to stop me."

"Just ignore him," Skye said. "Now that I'm the favorite, Brian's been even more of a Jerkwad Supreme. He's jealous I took his spot."

"Great. Our first impression to our most venerable peers is going to be this menace," Ajay replied angrily.

"I'm sorry. If I'd known Brian was going to be here… It's bad enough that my parents have wormed their way into the production. Can't we have this one nice thing?"

"If only they all had to go to some important meeting somewhere," Adam suggested. "Someplace far away—"

"Hold up!" Rory exclaimed, placing his hand over Adam's mouth. "We could make them think that's happening!"

"What do you mean?" Amy asked, and her group closed in on the plan.

"I'll take point!" Amy suddenly exclaimed. "I'll impersonate Mr. Vidal! Time to put my acting skills to good use."

"Let's make the call somewhere they won't see us," Skye suggested. "Follow me."

I watched the group leave, and it was just me, Emma, Caleb, Michael, and Brian left.

"Well, we could continue our water balloon fight," I suggested. "I was actually having fun—OH!"

I felt myself get hit with the water balloon again, this time on the other side of my face.

"Man, Diana, the water loves your face," Michael teased, and I threw a water balloon over to him. It hit him on the chest.

"Oh come on, I wanna join in too!" Brian pleaded, but we all ignored him as we finally had our water balloon fight.

"BRIAN!"

We all froze when Mr. Crandall howled Brian's name.

"You imbecile! The Vidals are saying you broke the restraining order!"

We watched Brian walk inside.

"Okay, so I did heckle Lilith at a party yesterday," Brian yelled back at his dad.

"Oh dear!" I exclaimed quietly, and Emma and I broke into laughter, and then we walked over to the bushes as we watched most of the Crandall family leave… at the same time as the Fairfield gang showed up. We composed ourselves in the lounge chairs, and Amy's friends, along with the students from Fairfield, came outside.

"Let's all introduce ourselves," Amy suggested. "Mingle and Pringle!"

"I'm Yves," the girl with a brunette, wavy bobcut introduced herself. "I'm the head tech on our play, Romeo and Juliet: The Musical."

"I'm Adam. We're doing a musical adaptation of Shakespeare, too! The Tempest!"

"The heck is The Tempest?" a boy with blonde hair asked. "Never heard of it."

"You've never heard of The Tempest?" Amy asked with surprise in her voice. "Same, I didn't' know it until pretty recently either! I'm just like you. It wasn't one of the assigned Shakespeare plays in my class."

"It must be his worst one or something, then," a girl with long dirty blonde hair replied. "I'm Kitty. As the most distinguished actress at Fairfield, I'm starring as Juliet, obviously."

"And I'll be playing Romeo," the boy with blonde hair chimed in. "The name's Cory, for anyone who's already fallen in love with me."

"Oh, I'm Rory! What a coincidence… Our names rhyme and we're both playing male leads!"

"With looks like that, I'm not surprised," Cory replied. "Lemme guess, you have a fanclub at your school too?"

"Not to brag, but I'm told more than a few people have crushes on me," Rory answered humbly.

"Same! I love manipulating them into doing my homework and bullying my enemies."

Uh-oh.

"Yeah, I… Wait, what?" Rory asked in shock, and there was an awkward silence.

"Amy, I believe it's your turn," Ajay spoke up.

"I'm playing Miranda, and not everyone notices at first, but me and Adam are twins!"

"Oh yeah?" Kitty retorted. "I'm a triplet."

"Good for you?" Skye replied uneasily. "Not everything has to be a competition."

"I'm Diana, and I'm playing Prospero. You may have heard of my grandfather, Cornelius Robinson?"

"He's the one with the weird inventions, right?" Yves asked.

"I wouldn't exactly call them weird," I replied uneasily. "They've helped made the world a better place to live."

"Oh please," Kitty spoke up. "You're just saying that because your family is rolling in dough!"

"How. Dare. You-" I started to reply in anger, thinking about everything my father had done to raise me and Wesley, before Caleb put his hands on my shoulders, telling me to calm down.

We all introduced each other, and then Ajay cleared his throat.

"A game of Never Have I Ever, anyone?" he asked with a smile on his face. "It's good for getting to know each other."

"I fully converted you!" Amy exclaimed. "You remembered from that time we got locked in!"

"Wait, what?" Michael asked with surprise in his voice.

"Not a 'mindless party game' anymore, huh?" Amy asked with a big grin on her face.

"You don't need to rub it in like some great victory!" Ajay retorted back with a smile on his face.

"I haven't played Never Have I Ever in a while," Yves replied with a smile. "Can I get a refresher on the rules?"

"You start with five fingers up," Ajay explained. "And you put one down each time another person says they've never done something that you've done."

"It's faster to show you," Rory suggested. "Amy, start us off!"

"Never have I ever driven a car," Amy said, and Rory, Ajay, the rest of the Westport group, and most of the Fairfield students groan and put a finger down.

"I drive you guys to school every day and this is how you repay me?" Rory teased.

"You shuttle your friends to school every day?" A boy with a black afro, Marvin, asked with surprise in his voice. "What are you, their mom?"

"There's nothing wrong with carpooling," Adam defended. "And it's eco-friendly."

"My turn," Skye spoke up. "Never have I ever… made a sandwich."

"Wait, what?" I asked, putting another finger down.

"What? Really?" Rory asked, also surprised.

"No joke, my parents have a private chef," Skye explained. "I've never really needed to cook."

"A crying shame!" Marvin exclaimed with a smirk. "Get back in the kitchen and make me a sandwich."

"Wow…" Amy paused, trying to find the right words to say. "Just so you know, that's not cool to say. I know it's kind of a meme, but it's still sexist."

"What, did I trigger your sensitive heart? I'm a feminist! No need to get so offended by a joke."

"Dude! Being a feminist means having a woman be proud of everything she accomplishes, whether she is a homemaker or a corporate business leader," I explained angrily. "Not forcing women to stay at home!"

"I don't see anyone howling at your hilarious 'joke'," Rory replied, also angry.

"See what I had to put up with?" Ajay asked, now also angry.

"Whatever, Four-Eyes," Cory interrupted. "More importantly, it's my turn. Never have I ever… had less than two secret admirers at once."

Everyone except for Rory lowers another finger.

"Wait, really?" Amy asked with surprise. "Even still?"

"Yeah… Even this Valentine's Day, I still found a few secret admirer cards stuffed into my locker," Rory explained embarrassingly.

"I'm next!" Adam said excitedly. "I have the perfect one, watch this! Never have I ever done a school production before this one."

"Savage!" Amy exclaimed. "That's probably everyone here except you."

"Nope," I replied, not lowering a finger. "Technically, I never participated in the fall play because of my broken leg."

"And the rest of us never tried acting before," Michael explained.

"Hold up, you lot have a total newbie on your team?" Marvin asked teasingly. "You're even more strapped for talent than I expected."

"Marvin, that's mean," Yves defended Adam. "Just because it's true doesn't mean you should say it." Or so I thought.

"Just because it's true?" Ajay asked angrily.

"You guys are so judgmental!" Rory angrily replied. "Just because our school doesn't have as prestigious of a theatre department as yours doesn't mean we're worse than you."

"My dad would be giving them a piece of his mind right now," I whispered to Caleb, and he nodded back in agreement.

"If you're so sure, how about we put your skills to the test?" Cory suggested. "We challenge Westport to a rap battle. Let's see the kinda performance you can pull off on the fly."

"You're on," Rory accepted for the group. "I can improv in my sleep."

"Are you sure about that?" Kitty teasingly asked. "I've won five spoken word competitions."

"Uh, wait, I don't know how to rap," Skye hesitantly spoke up.

"Me neither," Ajay said with sadness on his face. "I'm sitting this one out. Sorry Rory."

"But Rory can't win all on his own!" Amy pleaded. "It's four against one."

"Then why don't you join in, Amy?" Marvin teasingly suggested. "Oh that's right… because you're too scared."

"Marvin, you messed with the wrong girl!" Amy exclaimed angrily. "You're gonna regret getting me angry!"

"Yeah! Go Amy!" I cheered. "You tell him!"

"Amy, you're a lifesaver!" Rory exclaimed. "Four against two!"

"Four against three!" Adam chimed in. "I've got your back! I'm in, too!"

"Adam, you know how to rap battle?" Ajay asked with surprise in his voice.

"Yeah! You know how?" Caleb asked, also surprised.

"I've never done it before," Adam said uneasily. "But maybe my skills will kick in once I'm in a desperate situation! Like how people have superhuman strength in life-or-death scenarios."

"Famous last words," Kitty replied teasingly. "Get ready to be steamrolled."

Marvin stood up and cupped his hands.

"Attention, all! The great Fairfield vs. Westport rap battle is about to commence."

"Go Westport High!" I cheered with optimism.

"I'll judge," Clint suggested, and I had totally forgotten he was in the drama club too. "I promise I'll be impartial."

"Are you kidding me?" Cory asked with shock on his face. "You'll totally be biased toward Westport."

"Pff, we're going to decimate Westport in such a landslide the winner's going to be clear as day anyway," Marvin said with a snarky smile. "Let them have their pathetic little advantage. First up? Yours truly."

We all know who the better director here is… me.

Thinking Ajay has chops is denial, and that's the tea.

"Hey!" Ajay exclaimed in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, but that was bad," I said quietly.

Bet you think Marvel movies are true art.

You're all so basic, you can't tell 'em apart.

We started to whisper amongst ourselves, and Amy stepped into the spotlight.

Ajay may be mean, but it's in an endearing way!

You're so fake deep I can feel my brain decay!

And fun movies have their value, don't make me gag!

Not everything has to be a cerebral, pretential drag!

"Amy, that was fire!" Adam exclaimed with surprise.

"Just call me Amy, the Creator!" Amy replied with a wink.

"My time to shine," Cory said, stepping forward with a smirk on his face.

I'm a star, the king of the universe!

You're literally just me but worse.

People may swoon at your feet too, but you dunno how to use it!

Keep throwin' your potential away, you bland dimwit!

"Shoot, they are good at this," Skye whispered among us. "Looks like they aren't the favorites to win Spotlite for nothing."

I looked over to see Rory enraged.

"Kill them, Rory!" Amy yelled as he stepped forward.

"Okay… Word murder, coming right up!" Rory replied nervously and then let out a big breath.

You think you're better than me? Biggest lie I ever heard.

Unlike you, I won't let my talents go to my head and act like a turd.

I'll still be Rory next door like always, down to earth.

I won't treat anyone different or look down on their worth.

"Yeah, Rory!" Amy yelled excitedly. "Keep it up!"

"Cute! Let's see how far Westport can go before running out of steam," Kitty said as she stepped forward, facing Adam.

Trophies on my shelves lined up, my grades at the top, yup,

All my pathetic competition? Crushed, wassup?

Meanwhile what you got? Slackin' off watching the telly like a bot?

Wasting your time with nothing to show for it, you can just rot!

"Yeezy, Eminem, Nicki… Please grant me your power!" Adam pleaded to the sky.

You're so insecure, not everything's a contest… ha!

You don't hafta be such a rude… amoeba!

And I'm class president and doing my part to save the world by helping the school go green!

And… uh…

"Adam, don't forget to rhyme!" Amy suggested.

"What was that?" Cory asked teasingly. "That was so cringe I couldn't bear to watch!"

"Don't panic," Rory suggested. "We can still turn things around!"

"Oh, honey. Honestly, you can't," Yves spoke up. "You're no match for us."

"I'll make you eat those words," Amy replied angrily. "Bring it!"

You Westport kids just don't know when to stop.

Keep digging yourselves deeper, we'll still be on top.

It's so sad that y'all can't add two and two.

It's a lost cause. I feel sorry for you.

I watched Amy grit her teeth.

It's called perseverance, you judgmental jerk!

We'll never give up and defeat you with hard work!

Your hubris will be your downfall!

May underestimating us be your wake-up call!

We cheered on as Amy pretended to drop an imaginary mic.

"Well said—er, rapped, Amy!" Ajay said with excitement in his voice.

"How was that, Clint?" Rory asked. "Who reigns supreme… Westport or Fairfield?"

All eyes laid on Clint as he pondered deep in thought.

"It was close," Clint spoke up. "But… Westport won. Just barely."

"Seriously?" Cory reacted with anger in his voice.

"YES! In your face!" Amy answered with confidence.

"Amy, you really showed them!" Adam said with excitement.

"I couldn't have done this without you two," Rory spoke up with a smile on his face.

"I'll admit you guys have skills," Kitty chimed in, clearly angry.

"Yeah, surprisingly," Yves said. "We'll have to try harder than I thought to crush you at Spotlite."

"No way," Marvin spoke up with anger. "That was so rigged! That Berry shrimp was totally biased."

"You don't get to take back your approval just because things didn't go as you expected," Ajay shot back with anger. "Just admit you lost, Marvin."

Ajay was greeted by a spit in the face.

"You and your party are so grade school," Marvin jeered. "We're out."

"You're leaving?" Amy asked with shock, which turned into an innocent grin. "Sore losers, much? I see how it is. Not so fun when you aren't punching down, huh?"

"I am not a sore loser!" Marvin shot back. "I just saw all I came to see… which is that we have nothing to worry about."

"Guys, let's just go," Yves suggested. "No need to fan the flames here."

We watched the Fairfield students leave the backyard in a huff, and we all started talking at once.

"They are just awful!" I exclaimed furiously. "I don't know whose worse: Staples or Fairfield?"

"Finally," Adam chimed in. "What the fresh heck was that?"

"They were all so nasty!" Amy said. "I just wanted more friends!"

"So did I," Rory replied with sadness in his voice. "I was really looking forward to meeting them. I don't want this whole night to be a waste. We can still have fun. Let's put on some music."

"Don't forget the house is free for you all to enjoy, too," Skye reminded us, and I immediately went inside.


Amy and I decided to walk to rehearsal together on Monday, and when we got there, we saw the rest of the cast and crew huddled around a laptop.

"Huh, I wonder what they're doing?" I asked out loud, and Amy prompted me to approach them.

"What're you guys looking at?" she asked.

"Fairfield posted an acting clip on their official Facebook page," Emma explained with sadness in her voice. "And tagged all of us."

"Uh-oh," I said out loud.

"The video description says 'Fairfield Vs. Westport at Spotlite,'" Rory explained further as we watched Cory sauntering down a stage set with a freaky smile.

"It's over, Westport. Any last words?"

"FAIRFIELD, PLEASE NO!" Kitty begged. "I'm so poor and determined! Go Trojans!"

We watched in horror as Cory revved a chainsaw and cornered Kitty, who was shaking her head and shrinking against a wall.

"Please tell me that's fake?" Amy pleaded out loud as Kitty screamed, and fake blood splatters all over the screen. "That is… terrifying. They went through the trouble of making this just to scare us?"

"I have so many questions—" Michael started to say before he got interrupted.

"That prop chainsaw was really convincing," Graham spoke up. I don't know if I could build one that intricate."

"And their acting was legitimately disturbing!" Maria exclaimed in horror. "I have goosebumps!"

"Subject matter aside, they're A-list level actors," Erin chimed in as we all murmured uneasily amongst ourselves.

"If the competition is that cutthroat, I wouldn't want to drag us down as a newbie," Caleb spoke up with sadness in his voice. "If it'll improve Westport's chances at Spotlite, I'll drop out—"

"Caleb, no—"

"I was just thinking the same thing," Graham said. "Their tech work makes mine look like child's play."

"Wait, don't get cold feet now!" Amy shouted. "We need you guys!"

"I'm with Amy on this one," I chimed in. "We can't give up now!"