Er...I'd like to thank whoever sent me the Joy, Joy, Joy song...I think. You know you're supposed to write about the story when you review? Anyway...

Thanx to my long-time supporters: ChoFrog(I can't remember what you changed it to!) MysteryALASKA, and Runaway6.

Duncan's POV

We had to run laps again that night. I panted softly as Violet ran beside me, conscious of my velocity as I didn't want to pass out like past time. it must have been 3 in the morning. I ran and ran, with the never-ending pain in my side nagging at me.

"STOP!" Coach Genghis yelled. The grass crunched as we stopped sprinting. We both were propping ourselves up on our knees, breathing heavily, our hair tossed down in our faces. Coach Genghis approached; we looked up to see him. "I'll let you go." he said shortly, and he turned around and walked back to the school.

So here we were again, Violet sleeping soundly beside my bed. I fell asleep too, watching her.

The next morning, we were to recieve our tests back. I didn't eat more than a bite of waffle. I noticed Violet didn't eat anything. I spent five minutes just trying to get her to eat even a bite of her cookie. "Come on, Violet. It's not poisoned or anything!" I said. "Just one bite."

"Okay," she said, in a monotone, and took a bite so small it barely made a dent in her cookie.

Violet and I walked grimly down the hall to Mr. Remora's class. We glared one last time before trotting into the room.

"Your tests were completely absurd." Mr. Remora shouted. "Some people got less than five answers correct!" I could hear Carmelita snorting and turned sideways to see a very sleepy Violet being poked by a very pointy stick. I wondered if Carmelita used a pencil sharpener on that thing; it was like a weapon of mass destruction.

Mr. Remora was approaching now, only three desks away. He neared Violet's desk.

"See Nero immediately. You orphan boyfriend is coming too," he said, quietly but in a disturbing manner.My heart stopped. I glanced at her paper. Zero out of Fifty-seven. 0/57. Ouch.

Mr. Remora was at my desk. Now my heart was pumping extremely fast. Violet turned to me with tears running down her cheeks, as I saw my paper. It was all happening in slow motion, it seemed. One out of Fifty-seven. 1/57! No! I had been complaining all this time and Violet had had it worse than me! I choked back tears as I got out of my desk as Remora had ordered. Me and Violet walked, shaking, crying, holding our terrible tests as we crossed over to the administrative building.

Violet's POV

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it! Zero out of Fifty seven! I had never done so bad. My hand automatically slid into Duncan's palm, and I held his hand, somehow without embarrassment, as we knocked on Nero's door.

Cliffhanga! haha, the next chapter is the violent one, guys. Warning: there will be blood involved.