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August 22 (Zai)Ho-hum. I'm now stuck in detention for the third time this week. Why does my genius always get ruined by Zephyr? It seems every time I pump up something, Zeph always deflates it. Ew, sorry. Today, we had biology outside. In the mud and below forty degree temperature. So, I told zephyr that I was going to skip class and hide in what I like to call 'The Closet'. It's actually an abandoned classroom on the edge of the school, which no body goes near anymore. Don't ask I don't know. I found a way to go to the bathroom beside the classroom, lift the ceiling, crawl, about five feet, and pop out onto the old rotting teachers desk. All this crap is left in the room, so I can do whatever I want, while everyone else is falling in dog shit. Yay. Well, there's this guy that, well, he likes me, but what he doesn't know is that Zeph likes him. He's in my biology class, unfortunately, and as soon as the class went out the door, and I sprinted towards 'The Closet', Hose (as the bastard is called), goes, "Hey, where's Zai?" Well of course, the teacher starts freaking and right on cue, Zeph says, "Oh, I know where she is, she's in that abandoned classroom in the west wing bathrooms." The fucking little show off. So, I was found out, and here I am. Oh, there went the detention bell; I'm free! Time to go kick some as…………
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Short chap for Zai. Actually on paper it's much bigger. Don't expect many of them this is probably a once in a lifetime thing. Later on there may be another POV. Depends on if she wants to write or not. She still has to get her character thought up. No rush though we still have to get Wes in. He's blowing a gasket. It took him forever to give up the group copy of the fic. He was playing basketball (me&Zai had to get back to class, we sorta snuck out) and he keep signaling for one more minute. Bastard like we had another minute. He could of taken the time to shout out his locker number. Instead after making us wait he decided it was to easy for us to comprehend him if he just told us. So he held up fingers. Took us forever to decipher what the hell he meant. When we did it was like 'Locker number!' and we took off. Lucky for his ass we made it back in time.