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[A/N]: This story is written COMPLETELY in DOCUMENT FORM.

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Chapter Five

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Madison Square

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Jack,

You don't actually have to read this letter. I need to vent or else I'll go insane. You can skip the next part if you want to.

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My dad wants to visit me. It's Thursday, and he wants to see me on Saturday for lunch. What the hell? He didn't want to see me before, why now? When my mom told me I started hyperventilating.

Really.

She said, "Spot, your father wants to see you for lunch on Saturday," in this really angry voice and I could tell she had just gotten off the phone, arguing with him. And I couldn't breathe.

Mom had to get me a brown paper bag and tell me to breathe in and out, in and out.

Why does he want to see me, now? He's supposed to just give me money, and I don't ever have to see him. DAMN DAMN DAMN.

I think he must have gotten cancer or he's dying or something, and the doctor told him to tie up some loose ends, so he thought, hey, let's go visit my son that I haven't seen for all the seventeen years he's been alive!

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Jane, the shrink, told me not to fret over it. She gave me an extra dose of pills and said to just calm down and that I overreact with everything.

Shit, and he's going to see me when I'm hungover.

I'll explain.

Our Spring Dance is coming up. It's tomorrow night, actually, and somehow the punch is always spiked and I love it. I guess I get carried away and drink too much of it. Really, I try not to.

Is your friend Racetrack still suspended? If he is, you should tell him to come to Duvall High's Party. You could come, too. Maybe we'll even meet each other. Wouldn't that be exciting? Tracy's coming with me. I'm amazed that we're still together, actually. It's already been a week. I think she's growing on me.

This morning when I came into homeroom I was still kind of dazed (and cranky) and Tracy waltzes right in here and up to me and kisses me right smack on the lips. Everyone went "ooh" and "aah." It was like I was in a romance movie. You know how everyone says that when you kiss someone you really like everything goes BAM! and you don't know anything else that's going on around you except that you're kissing someone and it's wonderful? That's what happened to me.

Crazy, yeah?

Seitz (my homeroom teacher) had to walk over and tell us to stop because the rule is no PDA in school buildings. He was nice, though, and let us go on for like five more minutes.

The kiss definitely made me feel better. I think Tracy knew what she was doing, with the kiss and all, because when she left she whispered in my ear, "Don't worry," but I don't know how she could have found out.

Anyway.

So how'd your quiz go? I heard it was hard.

GUESS WHAT. I just realized that I haven't told you. I KNOW SOMEONE IN YOUR ENGLISH CLASS. Kid Blink. You know, Trey Ballatt? The guy with the patch? I'm good friends with him but I don't get to see him as much anymore because he goes to that Hellhole you call school. He told me you were a rich, nice private-school boy. But then I told him all the things you told me and he took is back. Don't be surprised if he comes and talks to you.

You still haven't told me how everything with Sarah is.

Have fun at the dance, and if you happen to come to Duvall's Dance, look for a guy in a tie-dye shirt, 'cause I'll be the only one wearing one, much to Tracy's disapproval.

From,
Spot

Spot,

Can't write much today. End of English class. Broke up with Sarah. She cheated on me.

Coming to your Dance. Racetrack will come too, since he's suspended.

Sorry about your dad. Maybe he really is dying and you should give him a second chance?

From,
Jack

Dutchy,

Sorry, I've been such an ass. I know I shouldn't have let the article on Racetrack be published. It was mean and unthoughtful and I wish I could take it back but I can't.

I'm sorry. Really sorry.

I want to take you out to dinner and then to the dance afterwards as an apology. Can I?

Love,
Specs

Specs,

Apology accepted.

Can we go to Mama Chen's? They have great take-out. We can walk around the city and eat and talk and then go to the dance, okay?

Yours,
Dutchy

The Central Underground
March 26, 2004
Day after Spring Dance
www.centralunderground.org

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Party Gone Awry
It's been all over the local six o'clock news. Duvall High Spring Dance becomes a disaster. You readers may be wondering why in Earth we have written an article on Duvall High.
The Reason?
Two students from Central Prep were there.
Remember, how last night Centrallers had panicked when they heard sirens wailing from down the street and thought, we've been busted. They know we've brought alcohol.
Imagine our surprise when the ambulance stopped at Duvall High, and soon, as our sources say, a young man was brought out on a stretch, unconscious.
Actually, we suspect that the young man might have been mumbling to himself, and still other sources say he was thrashing about like he was on coke. And maybe he was.
Two Centrallers saw the whole thing up close—Jack Kelly and Anthony Higgins.
Sources say that both Kelly and Higgins (who only came to this party because he was suspended from Central) arrived at the party, which was located in the gym, approximately five minutes before the incident.
We asked them, discreetly, if they knew anything about the situation. Racetrack glared and pulled out a cigarette, and Cowboy only told us that the unconscious teen most definitely was not on coke.
We have absolutely no reason to believe him.

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End Chapter Five

[A/N]:

Shoutouts:

Dakki: I hope your nose is okay. Hopefully, the tang juice is out. And don't worry, Jack and Spot will be forming a band (hint, hint). Hehe. Thanx for the review!

Cassies-Grandma: Haha. Gotta love Monty Python. 6 o'clock in the morning?! That's crazy. And I'm mucho glad that Jack broke up with Sarah. I wanted that to happen in the first chapter, but it just dragged on and on.

Strawberri Shake: Haha, you're so bad, using cliff-notes. ::tries to look innocent:: ::fails:: Serves Sarah right. I don't like her much. And Specs and Dutchy didn't break up! Thanx for the review.

i-nv-u50: Hehe. Spot and Jack are SO making a band. Everyone seems to want them to, as well. I NEED TO READ DEMON DIARY. I feel like a neglectful, awful manga reader. Thanx a bunch!

uninvisible: HA. Ur reviews amuse me immensely. Jack really should have slapped Sarah's ass all the way to Survivor Island.



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