To Neoen: Thanks for your glowing review! Glad you're enjoying the story. I'll have more written ASAP!

A/N: In case there is any confusion, "Larrita" is pronounced "La-Rita" and Bergita is "Ber-Gita". They rime. It's a hard 'G'. If you've ever seen The Sound of Music, you'll know how it's pronounced. "McMorrigaul" is "Mac-More-Rih-Gaul". The I sound is the short I sound, like in "it".

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Larrita sat in her English class, bored as hell. Grammar. Who cared about grammar? There was more to language than grammar. Why couldn't they just teach the basics of sentence structure and Shakespearean. That was all she needed. Why couldn't she be in her chemistry class? Or literature? Or History? Or Drama? No, it was English. At least it wasn't math. Math was the only she hated more than Grammar. Suddenly, Macha, the girl next to her, slapped a note on her desk, jarring Larrita from her thoughts. Larrita looked stunned. She only received notes from Bergita… who wasn't in her English class. She looked at the note quizzically. Who would be sending her a note? This was the one class that Bergita wasn't in with her. Sierra wasn't in it either and neither was Astralita. That left Celeste. She looked to see Celeste, who was elegant looking as usual, to but Celeste was hard at concentrating on English. Celeste was originally from Paris, so English came a little harder to her than everyone else. That, of course didn't stop her from making a perfect grade in the class... like every other class… Over achiever. Other than Celeste, who was in the class? Just Eric/ Eric wouldn't have sent her a note… Maybe she was meant to pass it a long. She squinted at it. Her name was written clearly on it. Cautiously she opened it up. It was from Bobby. She looked across the rows to see Bobby trying to pretend not to look at her and trying to pretend to be concentrating on English. She began to read it.

"Larrita,

Hey, anything new happen since last night? Guess not. Anyway, Bergita has some idea about having another get together and asked me to pass it on to you. She said you never paid any attention in English class anyway.

Bobby"

Larrita sighed. What a waste of her time. Bergita had a phone. Why not have asked her during something else. Bergita was plotting something, she had some agenda. She began to write a reply when the intercom snapped on.

"Mrs. Salgraz?" The nasally voice of the assistant secretary called.

"Yes?" The stuffy old lady teacher stopped in mid-sentence to reply, "How can I help you?"

"Do you have a Larrita Dallas in your class?" The voice asked. Larrita's head snapped up in surprise at hearing her name. After the shock wore off, she wondered what she had done this time.

"Yes I do," Said the teacher, eyeing Larrita, who she knew could be a maverick at times.

"Please send her down to the office to check out," The voice responded.

"Yes, I will," Said the teacher. No one needed to tell Larrita. She'd heard and was all ready packing, delighted to be saved from another half-hour of English. Before the teacher could even turn around to order her out, Larrita was all ready making her way towards the door.

Larrita made her way down to the office. When she got there she opened the door and saw her Father standing there with two other men. One was Hispanic looking and the other black. They both looked like they'd been through the mud.

"Hi Dad," She said, "What'd I do this time?"
"Nothing," Replied Korben," We've got to go. We have to leave now?"
"Okay," Said Larrita, "Where are we going?"
"I'll tell you later," Korben said.

"Who are they?" Larrita asked.

"I'm Omar, and this is Miguel."

"Lovely," Larrita replied, as she followed them out.

They entered her Father's car. Omar and Miguel automatically headed for the back seat.

"Would you like me to take your back pack for you?" Miguel offered.

"No… thanks…" Larrita said, just slightly off kilter as she slid into the front passenger's seat. Korben drove even faster than usual. "Dad… what's up?" Larrita asked, genuinely concerned.

"It'll take a while to explain," Said Korben, as he steered his way to a strange, large looking ship.