Disclaimer: I don't own Full House or the Full House characters.

Author's Note: For those of you who thought Michelle wasn't grieving as she was supposed to be, I made this chapter especially for you. And I'm on Spring Break as of yesterday, so I'm hoping to get more of this story done.

Chapter Seven

*Michelle's Breakdown*

"Come on Nicky, mom says hurry up," Alex yelled up into the attic as his brother, "You don't want to be late to our first day back."

"That's what you think," Nicky muttered under his breath. Nicky hated school. And now he especially didn't want to go back. He didn't want to have to deal with his father's death and how the students at school were going to react. Nicky knew there were a few of the students that would tease him endlessly about his father's death, but those were the bullies and Nicky could take them and handle the teasing. What Nicky couldn't handle was the rest of the student body feeling sorry for him. Everybody telling him they were sorry for his loss and they would be there for him. Even people in the school that had hated him before.

In the last five days of Christmas Break Nicky had gone from incredibly mature in accepting his father's death into a complete and total baby upon hearing the news of his mom's pregnancy. He didn't know why, but he hated the fact of his mom having a baby. Without his dad. Nicky was afraid that his mom was going to meet some other guy, just to have help with the baby, and marry him and forget about her first husband.

Nicky had told Alex this fear, who had done the opposite total turnabout as Nicky, and Alex laughed and said that their mom wasn't going to find somebody new. Besides the fact that her being pregnant would probably decrease her chances of meeting a guy.

Plus, Nicky knew that Joey had broken up with Annalise to help with this baby. He had heard Joey talking to the mirror and when Joey had gotten home that night he looked extremely heart broken. Nicky wanted to ask Joey about it, but he didn't want to seem like an eavesdropper.

"Nicky, get your butt down here," Michelle called up to him, "Your mom said I could drive."

Nicky quickly grabbed his backpack and ran down the stairs. If there was one person you didn't want to make impatient in the Tanner household it was Michelle.

"OK, I'm here, let's go," Nicky hurriedly said.

Michelle felt a pang in her stomach as the twins hurried out to the vehicle. Before the crash if she would've been driving they would've been teasing her about crashing into another car with her awful driving. But now that thought didn't even cross their minds. It wasn't funny anymore.

***

Michelle walked into English class and took a seat between Denise and Teddy, who weren't, it seemed, talking to each other this week.

"Hey Michelle," Denise greeted, "I'm so sorry to hear about your uncle."

"Yeah, me too," Teddy said, "Jesse was the coolest guy ever. A little into his hair, but still the coolest guy ever."

"Hey guys, I really appreciate your support, but can we talk about something else," Michelle begged, "Like why the two of you aren't talking this week."

"Because hot shot over there called my boyfriend dumb," Denise said, sticking her tongue out at Teddy.

"Denise! That's not very mature," Michelle said, "And come on, the guy is a straight D student Denise."

Before Denise could respond to her best friend's betrayal the teacher walked into the classroom and took her position at the front of the classroom.

"Hello class, I trust you all had a good, or at least exciting Christmas Break," the teacher said, "Now, how many of you would like to share what you did over the Christmas Break?"

Many of the students raised their hands, including Denise, but Teddy and Michelle just sat there, watching the teacher.

"It's some kind of trick," Teddy whispered to Michelle. Michelle nodded her head in agreement, but even if it was a trick she didn't want to tell what had happened to her over the Christmas Break.

"Wow! I'm so glad so many of you are willing to share!" the teacher said, "Which is why our first assignment for the second semester is an essay on what you did over the Christmas Break."

The teacher paused while the class groaned, but then continued, "But the best part is, you guys get to read the essays aloud tomorrow!"

"How long does the essay have to be?" one of the other students asked as everybody resigned themselves to doing the essay.

"Well, two pages, typed, double spaced, 12 font," the teacher answered.

***

"Hey Michelle, what you working on?" Nicky asked as he entered his cousin's room later that evening.

"Some stupid assignment from school over what we did during Christmas Break," Michelle muttered.

"Um, Michelle, I've got a question," Nicky asked his cousin, seeming very uncomfortable with what he wanted to discuss.

"Shoot," Michelle said, grateful to be able to take a break from the essay writing.

"What's the worst grade you ever made on a test?" Nicky asked carefully.

"What kind of test?" Michelle asked, thoughtfully.

"Like a pop quiz test," Nicky said.

"Um, probably like a 65," Michelle answered.

"Well, we took this pop quiz test to test our aptitude today and then the teacher handed them back to us at the end of the class and I made a 12," Nicky said quietly, "She told me that I'd have to stay in during recess tomorrow to discuss it."

"Maybe it just has to do with losing Jesse," Michelle reasoned.

"Alex made a 97 and the highest grade in the class," Nicky responded quietly, "Which means when the teacher calls me in tomorrow I'm going to get a huge lecture about how if I just apply myself I can be as smart as Alex. But I really do try Michelle, I really do."

Michelle looked at Nicky and for the first time realized how hard it must be to be a twin. She had a hard enough time constantly being compared to DJ and Stephanie, but being compared to your twin, somebody the same age as you had to be worse. But especially for Nicky, Alex seemed to have everything that mattered going for him. He was smart, well behaved, and mature.

"I know you try," Michelle reassured her cousin, "I know you try."

***

"Michelle, its your turn," the teacher said as Lacey Taley finished her essay and sat down. Michelle quietly went up to the teacher's podium and sat her essay on the podium.

"My Christmas Break," Michelle started, "Christmas Break is supposed to be a time for family and friends to gather and give and receive gifts. This Christmas I experienced the worst days of my life. Three days into Christmas Break there was a car crash and my uncle Jesse died. My uncle Jesse meant so much to me. He was my role model as a toddler, my savior, my life for awhile. He always called me mutchkin (A/N: not sure on spelling) or something similar. When my uncle died, it was, it was ..,"

Michelle couldn't go any farther. Since she had started reading her essay a big lump had developed in her throat, and now it felt like the lump had exploded and she started crying. She couldn't handle it, she couldn't handle everything. Not the responsibility of being there for the rest of the family, or helping Aunt Becky with her baby, or anything else. Michelle didn't notice as she sank to the ground and continued to cry.

Teddy and Denise hurried from their seats and helped Michelle up and headed out the door, Teddy calling behind him, "We'll take her to the nurse's office."

***

"Michelle, honey, are you okay?" Danny Tanner asked as he rushed into the nurse's office at the school.

"I'm fine dad," Michelle answered, she had regained her composure while waiting for her dad, "I, I guess I was just holding in to many feelings at once."

"Well, I still think it's better to go home for the rest of the day," Danny announced to his daughter, still worried, "Come on honey, let's go."

***

"Hey Steve, is DJ there?" Michelle asked as Steve answered the phone.

"Sure, hold on a second," Steve said, then a few minutes later somebody else picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Deej, this is Michelle," Michelle said.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" DJ asked.

"Well, I was," Michelle said, "But I kinda had a breakdown and the school nurse told me I need to talk to somebody about Uncle Jesse. And you're the only one I feel like I can talk to. So Dad told me I can call you anytime I like. But, I kinda was wondering if you'd let me talk to you about it. So I don't have another breakdown."

"Sure honey," DJ reassured her, "But first, tell me what happened at school."

"Well, yesterday we had to write these essays over what we did during Christmas Break ...," Michelle started.