A/N: The weekend has come again! Yes! Any way, I've got a family event to attend tomorrow, so I had to get this chapter done pronto for this weekend. Hopefully it's up to its usual standards.

Till next time,

D.L.D


Trent's P.O.V

"We have no time to waste money make- I mean clients," Chris spoke hastily as he shoved me, Cody, Justin and Harold into his office.

Apparently he had some great news to tell us. Whatever that was. However knowing Chris, he probably has some crazy plan laid out in his head. Just like how he somehow made us all end up in his college. Which I have to say is extremely reminiscent of high school. The only difference is that we stay in dorms. If that can even count as a difference.

I laughed as I thought about the several times a bunch of us stayed overnight at school. I'd spent most of the night trying to sleep and calm everyone down. Even the slightest sound made everyone freak out because they thought Chef was coming. It's funny because you'd think they'd all realise that Chef has a home to go back to after work. But that's high school for ya, always full of teens who think they know best. It definitely was a unique experience.

"What do you think he has planned this time?" Cody's voice broke my train of thought.

Chris was at his desk rummaging through a stack of papers, while we all stood their awkward and still as we waited for him. Everyone knows that even moving the slightest bit when Chris is busy is like challenging a lion to a fight. The smallest distraction causes him to lose focus and he'd freak out.

I winced at the memory of the last time that happened. Poor Ella had a black eye just for smiling. The thought alone chilled me.

So in complete silence, the entire band stood in silence as we watched Chris rummage through his papers. After a lot of shuffling and skimming, he finally smiled and produced a thick wad of stapled paper. He immediately flicked it open to the right page, before passing us all each a pen.

"As I said, I have great news!" Chris grinned as he rubbed his hands together in glee, "And all you have to do is sign this contract!"

"And what exactly would this great news be?" Justin raised a brow.

"Yeah, you're not exactly trustworthy," I finally found my voice.

"Do you really want me to ruin the surprise?" Chris looked at us all before groaning, "Fine. You, The Drama Brothers are going on a world tour!"

"What?!" All four of our voices filled the room, as Chris slid the contract over to us.

"All you have to do is sign."


Dawn's P.O.V

I sighed as I failed yet again to stifle another yawn. Moon Season was long gone, but I could still feel the sleepiness of Winter in my senses. All day I've been reacting slowly and often falling asleep whenever I was left unoccupied for too long. I even missed my early morning group season with the local wildlife! That never happens. Not ever.

Usually when I'm like this, I would just say that I need sleep. However, I know exactly what is causing this. Something I can't even tell my closest friends and associates about: I'm afraid what it will do.

I nervously glanced over my shoulder, checking for Amy, Mary, Ellody or any others who were meddling with my affairs. For a while now they've been following me, either separately or together. Most of the time they'd investigate when they thought I wasn't paying attention and pried for answers when I was the most sleepiest. But I'm always a few steps ahead and with this secret I have to been at least fifty. It's getting harder and harder to contain it each day.

"Why don't you just give up?" Her voice hissed in my ear, reminding me of a snake, "You and I both know that you want to. Plus, you owe it to you owe it to your 'precious' friends to tell them the truth."

"I'll never be enticed by your temptations," I say stiffly, "I'm just tired. That's all."

"Sure...And I'm the Queen of sugar and Spices. Bleh," I could hear her fake gagging before continue, "I don't know why you're still putting on this ridiculous hippy-child persona. What happened to the fun loving Dawn who used to help me pull my schemes?"

"Firstly, I'm not a hippy," I say, frowning slightly, "And second I stopped joining in when I saw the harm we were causing. We had no right to make Lizzy feel like that and you know it!"

"You were always the softer one," Her voice chuckled softly, "Let's see how far that softness gets you."

And like that she faded into the depths of my mind. She'd just disappeared; she wasn't gone. Not yet. It'd be a long time before she goes.

Once again peering behind me for spies, I tried to act as if nothing happened. As if she didn't just contact me. Again. I looked into the distance, scanning every hiding place for the slightest signs of the people who followed me often. But nothing turned up. I sighed as I began to walk along the path leading through my parents' nature reserve once more.

Just as I thought that I'd gotten away with being alone for a while, I heard a familiar voice shout.

"Dawn! Wait up!"


Katie's P.O.V

I sighed as I finally finished my daily 'assistance' errands. Ever since last week, I've been up since four in the morning helping my friends, as well as other students, with errands. Now, I think it's beginning to show. Especially since I had dark rings around my eyes as well as a constant tired expression when I rested my face.

Don't get me wrong, I love helping others! But this is becoming overwhelming. At first it was just a couple of friends who needed help with the course assignment, but now it was a bunch of people who'd usually go to Dawn for help. And don't even get me started on the Latina classes with Courtney! Just don't.

Anyway, ever since Dawn's been acting a little strangely everyone's been trying to not put as much pressure on her. After all it seems like she's struggling to get sleep just by doing whatever she does now. Apparently she just spends most of the day in her family's nature reserve. I wish I had that luxury.

I growled in frustration as I heard my phone ring, before putting it on silent. Sorry whoever's calling, but I need some 'me time', or Cady's gonna freak.

I then grabbed a clean change of clothes, before heading to the bathroom for a shower. I had to say, the warm water really helped to relax me and take away the stress from helping everyone. By the time I was out of the bathroom and back in my room, in my fluffy pink and white pajamas and beginning to stitch together another genius design. I was around halfway through when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I say not looking up from my stitching fingers.

"Hey Katie," Kitty walked in with a smile, "You look way better than you did this morning! You were, like, all sleepy and zombie-like, but right now you look really rested. Really! Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you wanted me to order anything from the takeout place for you."

"That'd be nice," I smiled back as I set down my work. I then told her my order, which she wrote down on a piece of paper.

Once she was done, she was about to leave when she spotted what I was making, "Did you design that?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, "You know I sew a lot Kitty."

"I know," She chuckled slightly, "I just didn't know you could sew like that! You should definitely ask a company to feature that for you. I bet that love to have you designing for them one day!"

"Yep, they surely will," I replied as I glanced over at my phone.

Little did Kitty know that I knew exactly what company to contact.


Amy's P.O.V

I looked up at the blue sky as I thought about what Dawn had told me earlier.

"You shouldn't follow me around like that! You know I do some dangerous things, Amy! What if you got hurt?"

She'd sounded pretty annoyed when I appeared out of the blue. In fact, she seemed a little startled. It made me wonder...

"You don't think she's entering a state of psychosis do you?" Ellody spoke from beside me as she adjusted her glasses, "After all it is possible."

"I doubt it," I say, "Plus that whole conversation with herself seemed one-sided."

"Exactly!" Mary and Ellody exchanged a look.

"But she was talking to someone," I say my brow furrowed, "Like how I talk to Val and she does me."

"So you think she has MPD?" I could see that Mary was trying to hold back a giggle.

"I know that MPD is not the answer to everything," I roll my eyes, "But for some reason it affects quite a few students in Chris' school and college."

"It's probably just a coincidence," Mary pushed it aside, "Plus we're here. All our questions will be answered."

I stopped in my tracks as I looked at the plain grey building before me. I can't believe that persuaded me to come here of all places. The small rectangular windows of the concrete building reminded me of the thousands of staring eyes I've seen in my life. All the ones that watched my actions and did nothing...

A black iron gate surrounded the whole building, its pointed spokes a reminder of the evil person inside. A sign stood in front of the building, it's white writing readable against the navy blue background: 'Morecroft Psychiatric Hospital'.

Below it was a phone number and a bit more information. But all I read was squiggles as my eyes were swimming with tears.

"Well we'd better go in," Ellody placed a firm hand on my shoulder, to stop me from shaking. I hadn't even realised I was.

"Don't worry," Mary smiled, "We'll be here all the way."

Although they were only two scientists, I felt relieved to know that they were there to support me. Especially since the person inside was ready to push me to the breaking point again.


Gwen's P.O.V

"Are you coming to watch Zoey and Dakota rehearse?" Leshawna's words rang in my ears as I looked over the email Blaineley had sent me.

Classes had ended around a hour ago and I'd headed back to my dorm to grab a snack. Apparently Blaineley had organised this whole 'Heathers' production, and she'd gotten quite a large cast. So large in fact that she managed to get backup extras!

I stared blankly at my laptop screen as Leshawna asked the question again, her features concerned.

"Um...earth to Gwen?" I finally snapped out of it.

"Oops, sorry about that," I say as I blink a few times, "I just got a rather surprising email."

"You did!" She grinned, "What does it say, girl?"

"You already know, don't you?" I say scanning her face.

"What? Me? No...psht as if!" Leshawna smiled sheepishly, "Just say it anyway!"

"Well apparently Blaineley wants me to be part of her 'Heathers' production," I began.

"That's great!" Leshawna smiled.

"But she wants me to be a main character," I sighed, "And not just any main character."

I turned my laptop screen for her to see. Leshawna instantly reacted, her eyes widening as she read the role.

"It's a prefect match," Leshawna shrugged as she finally regained her senses, "I mean she is one badass white girl."

"Yeah but-"

"Gwen, you're gonna do that role one way or another," Leshawna sighed, "You'd better just do it before Chris or Mildred forces you to."

I nodded in agreement before sighing, "I guess I'll be attending rehearsal for the next couple of weeks now."

Leshawna just chuckled at my comment before leaving to get her jacket; leaving me to think about why I always get dragged into these predicaments.