Disclaimer: You are all SO lucky that I've decided to update today because I'm so completely useless at the moment. BIGGIE PROPS TIME!! Bbo, who once again got it first but she only got half and she didn't make a comment (if it is a she, sorry I'm bad with genders), so I'm going to dedicate to you the first and second paragraph. Lucky you. Then, we have starlight4U who got the line (which was made by Emma when Manny said: "The niners always get the hotties.") but didn't get the "Clue" part, I will dedicate three sentences of any choice to you. Diana got the line, she gets sentence eh, whatever is after the first and second paragraph. ChEZriter gets the line WHOO HOO, she gets the sentence of her choice (preferably one with Toby?). And somegrlwhowrites got the line part, you'll just have to see what the outcome is though you get the sentences of YOUR choice. THEN comes crystalclear who may I say, knocked it right. She gets the whole chap! GOOD JOB!!!

Let us start ^^^^^^^^^^^

Everyone wheeled around to see who the shot belonged to and there JT Yorke stood with his dads .9 (I think that's how you say it) and a very shocked look on his face. "I-I didn't mean to do that!"

Craig was on JT's bed, bleeding on the shoulder. He was still alive, but his wound was deep. Toby was dumbstruck, but soon recovered when JT gave him the gun. A malicious grin spread on Toby's face as he pointed the gun between Craig's eyes.

"NO! TOBY! DON'T!" Emma started wrestling the gun out of Toby's hands when they heard the door slam.

"JASON TIBERIUS (AN: isn't that his name, Mr. Simpson said it once in an episode but I forgot, SOMEONE INFORM ME). WE'RE HOME!" JT's parents called. Toby's eyes grew to the size of golf balls as he ran around in JT's room wondering what to do with the gun and Craig. Craig was in too much pain to care, and Emma was at his side, crying like a baby.

Toby then stuffed it in JT's sock drawer and threw a blanket over Craig who threw it off and made Emma stand in front of him so at least her head was blocking his shoulder. "Talk f-for me," he whispered into Emma's ear. She nodded and exited the room carefully.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Yorke, we were just going now. It was fun being here while we could but we have to go to the hospital, I MEAN, um house. Craig's house, Joey goes all psycho when Craig is AWOL." She then slammed the door behind her and they ran as far as they could until Craig was on his knees.

"See, Craig? I KNEW this would happen. You shouldn't have come after me!" She kissed his cheek and held his face.

"And, let you be-r-raped by Toby? I don't think s-so." His hand was bloody with the excessive amounts spilling out of his shoulder.

Craig looked at it. "We'll say it was a stray bullet."

"Stray bullet? In DEGRASSI, I don't think so. Come on, I'll make up the lies." Emma held his hand as they walked tediously to the hospital. Emma had torn off a piece of Craig's shirt (since it was too big on him anyway) and wrapped it as diligently as she could. They then passed by the zoo, oh the simple memories that lied inside of that zoo. They were about to be erased with serious explaining.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU, CRAIG??" Paige Micalchuck asked, heading out of the zoo. She was on one of her roundabouts again and wasn't even embarrassed that they saw her there. Tagging along behind her was Liberty Van Zandt (AN: OK, Paige has a VERY twisted secret life that will obviously be revealed now, she goes to the zoo regularly to get her kicks and she hangs with LIBERTY!).

"Oh, hello Em-. OH MY GOD, Craig! What happened?!" Liberty started hovering over his arm. "Apply pressure, it will lessen the bleeding. My father's a doctor, he can fix you up real quick and my house is right around the corner. Come on, we haven't much time."

Without any explanation needed (thankfully), they rounded the corner and came upon a beautiful house, which was also huge and they burst through the door. (AN: Random comment, they really think they can get Paige on their side, Toby and Sean I mean? It's obvious that Paige is going to think they're crazy and want nothing to do with the whole THING!!!)

"Down in the basement, he's probably in there cleaning his tools. He's an oncologist but he's good with shoulders and stuff, he'll have you fixed up. Daddy?" She knocked on the wall and a light-skinned man with glasses and hair similar to Liberty's rounded the corner.

"Yes? Oh dear." He spotted Craig's arm. "Come with me."

WHAT IS MR. VAN ZANDT'S PREDICTION?

END OF CHAPTER!

It doesn't even matter, I'll just give you a line. This time I'll wait a few days so more people can guess.

GUESS THE LINE:

"I'm not saying you can't dance because you're white. I'm saying you can't dance because you suck."

I particularly love this line. Guess who said and BIGGIE PROPS will be rewarded, as usual!