Disclaimer: Just look at the first few chapters so I don't have to keep typing this.

A/N: Thank you, my beloved reviewers. keeponwritin, may God grant you and your family with blessings for being a Billy Joel fan and for loving Andrew and the story. (Don't feel neglected, others. I still appreciate you :) As you can probably tell, I'm a HUGE Billy Joel fan. Oh, all thoughts appear in ' '. Now, the adventure continues...

Chapter 5: The Assignment

At the McGuire household, Lizzie sat in from of her computer, wondering what to type for her English paper.

'Okay, think Lizzie. Think. What's real? Let's start there. That's easier. Facts are real. Food is real...no, I can't put that down. Come on, McGuire. You can do this.'

So, after debating for a while, Lizzie was able to create her paper.

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At her own house, Miranda was having trouble, as well.

'Real things are touchable. You can smell them, hear them...no. Mr. Jehle is deeper than that. He'll see right through me if I do that...'

And she made her paper, as well.

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Gordo had his own troubles, not so much as to what he wanted to say, but whether or not he should say it.

'If I write this, there's a chance it could get out. But, people are going to know, eventually.'

Gordo sighed. "Well, here goes nothing," and he began to type.

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Andrew had the same problem as Gordo.

'It's more of a private matter...but, maybe it would help if I got it out. Yeah, it would help.'

And so he typed his paper, also.

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The next day, everyone took their seats in English class. Mr. Jehle began to speak.

"Okay, everyone put your papers on my desk or I'll hang you."

The students knew he was kidding, and casually strolled up to the desk, put their papers down, and strolled back to their seats, which made the teacher laugh. Everyone except Gordo.

"Mr. Gordon?" came Mr. Jehle's voice. "Are you okay?"

Gordo had been sitting with his head down, debating as to whether or not he made the right choice in writing what he did.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Fine." Mr. Jehle gave him a skeptical look as he put the paper down and returned to his seat.

"Okay, everyone. Today I'm going to spend the lesson reading your papers to the class."

Gordo's eyes bulged like a cartoon characters. 'Oh, shit! If he reads what I wrote, everyone will know!"

"Okay, the first paper belongs to...Mr. Craft." Ethan was just staring at the chalkboard, which contained nothing but leftover chalk powder. When the teacher saw him, he said, "Mr. Craft, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, I was just trying to see if the board actually said something..."

"Yeah..." Mr. Jehle said in a drawn out voice. "Anyway, Mr. Craft, your paper says:

'Realty is a good kind of TV sho & the opisit of fantsy.'

which I'm sure is true..." Mr. Jehle said throwing the paper over his shoulder and out the window. "Next, Miss McGuire. Your paper reads:

'Reality is things that you can define. If someone asked you what something was, and you can tell them, and maybe even give an example of it, then it's real. As for fantasy, it can be defined, too. It's something that is out of reach, and can't be fully explained.'

He finished reading the rest of her paper and moved on.

"Very nice work, Miss McGuire. And Miss Sanchez, your paper says:

'Reality is the basis of life. It is the principles and facts that we depend on to survive. Fantasy is the collection of things that we dream about.'

And he read the rest of her paper and remarked how well-written it was. He continued to read through the papers until only Gordo's and Andrew's were left. He picked up the next paper and said, "And next is, Mr. Gordon..." and that's when the bell went off. But Mr. Jehle continued to read. As everyone was leaving, he leaned over to Gordo and said, "I need to see you."

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Outside the classroom, Lizzie, Miranda, and Andrew were headed to Lunch.

"So, what do you think happened to Gordo?" Lizzie asked.

"If I know Gordo or Mr. Jehle, there probably talking about his paper," Andrew replied.

"Well, all I can hope is that our papers turned out okay," Miranda said.

"I'm sure they're fine," Andrew said with a smile. Just then, Kate decides to walk up to them.

"Oh, look. The Dork Squad has recruited a new member," she mocked.

"Kate, why can't you just leave us alone?" Lizzie asked with the slightest hint of anger in her voice.

"Because you're just such easy targets."

"Oh, look Kate, you've got a little smudge on your face," Andrew said with a gleam of mischief in his eye.

Kate squealed with disgust. "Ew! Ew! Ew! Where?!"

"Right there," Andrew put his index finger to Kate's face.

"Don't touch me!" Kate screamed.

"Jeez, I'm just trying to help! Wait, there's another one," Andrew said as he repeated his previous action.

"I said, 'Don't touch me!'" Kate yelled again. "Goodbye, losers!" Kate said as she flipped her hair and walked away.

That's when the trio burst into laughter.

"Oh my God, that was hysterical!" Lizzie managed between tears.

"I can't believe you did that!" Miranda half-spoke, half-laughed.

The reason for their laughter: Andrew had put his hand in his pocket and rubbed ink from his pen on his finger before "cleaning" Kate's face.

"All in a day's work," Andrew said with a grin. They calmed down and headed to Lunch.

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Meanwhile, in the classroom...

"Tell me why," Mr. Jehle said with concern.

"Why what?" Gordo responded with a question.

"Why you wrote in your paper, 'It doesn't really matter what I think because I won't be around long enough for anyone to care.'"

"I...I can't say..." Gordo stuttered.

"Anything you say to me is in complete confidence, Mr. Gordon. I won't tell a soul."

"Be...because..." Gordo's eyes started to fill with tears. He turned red, partially from anger and partially from embarassment. After a minute of silence, he finally spoke up. "Because I'm running away to New York in a week."

A/N: BUM BUM BUM! What dance are my puppets going to do next? Once I update, (in emphatic spacing) YOU WILL KNOW! Review, kiddies!