Thanks for the reviews. Sorry for the confusion -- I promise this chapter will involve the rest of the characters -- and more of a plot. The weekend's over -- so they'll be back at school -- and the band will just…like totally clash. It'd be great fun. So -- enjoy.

21 jump street quote --

Jake: (Ducks Mr. Carter's head in a fish tank)

Hanson: (to Jake) What is wrong with you ?(tries to pull the guy's head out, glaring at Jake)

Got my poems from -- and and and http:violetsareblue.info/

To live is to die

See him on the TV

Preachin bout the promise lands

He Tells me to believe in Jesus!

And steals the money from my hands

Some say he was a good man

But lord I think he sinned

Janie had made a few requirements in order for Justin and Sara to continue to live under her roof. She had managed to enroll them in Horace Green, even if it was in the middle of a semester. Her rules were: no drugs, do good in school, no violence, and no smarting off to Janie, or any other resident in the household. Sara, clearly, would have no problem with these rules. Sure, she got a little hyper and excited at times, but she was a good child -- no doubt about it. Sure she cussed, but that was basically ALL she did.

Justin…however…well actually, he had managed to quit the pot, man…Sara made him -- it was a requirement that she had came up with in order for him to live underneath her mother's roof. He still smoked a cigarette occasionally. He flunked Freshman year once and had been expelled last year. He technically was still a freshman -- but was able to handle sophomore and junior classes. Sara also had pressured him into getting acceptable grades -- Cs and Ds. But violence? Oh c'mon! He fought often, and Sara never actually seemed to have a problem with it. And he had been able to not smart off to April, or Chris - Sara's older brother -, so he was pretty sure he'd be able to handle it again. This lady sure was asking a lot.

"The speech will be next Thursday." Mr. Skuttle turned around, turning his back on the chalkboard. "I'm terribly sorry Miss Staley, and Mr. O'Connor for giving the two of you such a short deadline to meet, but this speech is worth half of your grades, and we just must get it in before quarter grades."

Skuttle picked two sheets of papers from his desk and slowly passed them out to Justin and Sara. "Surely you students had speech at your old school, and surely you know what the requirements are. The speech will be about someone you believe had a POSITIVE impact on our society. It can be a famous person or someone you know personally. However, you must identify why you believe them to have had such a positive impact on our society. I've just handed you the rubric, so I expect you both to get as good of a grade in here as any other student will." Skuttle looked down the rows to glare at a sleeping form of Freddy Jones. "Except for Mr. Jones."

Sara and Justin turned around in their seats to look back at Freddy. Billie didn't look up, she had already noticed it, and was inches away from sleep herself. Zack, who shared the table with Freddy didn't respond either.

"What on Earth is going on here?" Skuttle raged, stopping in front of Zack's table. Freddy didn't stir, but he tensed, telling plainly that he was indeed awake. For now, that is.

"It's Jones being the idiot he is," Summer muttered to the girls surrounding her table. They all giggled with delight of having Summer include them into something. Zack raised his head up to glare at Summer who was looking in his general direction. Summer had been like this for the past few days. She had silently waged her own little war on Zack and Freddy for leaving the band. It was getting a little old.

Skuttle slammed his yard stick down onto the desk between Zack and Freddy, making Zack jump a little bit. Freddy raised his head to look at Skuttle. Freddy lifted a hand tiredly to rub his eyes. "Morning already?"

Zack and Billie cracked a grin, as a few murmurs of laughter went around the room. Skuttle, however, was doing neither. "Get up," Skuttle growled quietly. Freddy hesitated, but in the end, he slowly rose from his seat. Skuttle stepped forward and seized Freddy's upper arm, ignoring the wince and quick in take of breath Freddy tried to hide. The teacher had expected this from Freddy. But Zack and Billie knew there was a much deeper meaning to the boy's reactions.

A quiet gasp went throughout the room as Skuttle dragged Freddy to the front of the classroom and out the door, slamming it hard behind him. Billie and Zack exchanged looks, while Summer's smile spread. She rose from her seat. "Well, class," she began rudely. "As you can see, Jones is getting what he deserves for being such a selfish brat. Let this be a lesson for the rest of you, hoodlums," Summer finished, looking directly at Zack.

"And what do you call yourself?" a female voice began. All heads turned to the new girl. "You're not a trouble maker…yet you're still a bitch," Sara said slowly, rising to her feet. "Why don't you try to show a little concern instead of sucking in everybody's pain?"

Sara took a step toward Summer. Summer glared at her. Who was this girl? Summer took a step forward, so people wouldn't think any less of her. "You must not know who you're talking to," Summer spat.

Sara nodded slowly. "Well, I'm new, I couldn't have known," she said quietly.

"Well if you wanna get old, you better start learning," Summer shot back angrily, taking another step forward. The class was on their feet by now, starting to form around the two rivaling girls. Justin remained seated, and now Zack was standing beside him, and Billie sat on his desk, resting her feet on the chair he still sat on. (On the side -- he's turned around…so it's not like it's in between his legs…)

Sara let out a short laugh. "Ohhhh," she groaned loudly. "A threat from a teacher's pet! I'm so scared!" Sara took another step closer and muttered quietly to Summer, "Guess if I spoke animal I'd probably be scared - er, huh?"

Summer shook her head. "Nah, if I spoke poor, you'd probably understand better."

This statement didn't only offend Sara…it offended everyone she associated herself with!… "Well done Hatheway!" Billie cut in with a loud cheerful voice. All heads turned toward her. "You have just instigated your own mugging! Please come on down!" Billie said all this in that fake talk show host voice. She now jump to her feet and lurched forward, so she was now in the circle.

"Alright," Justin muttered to Zack. "Cat fight." He paused. "Now all we need is some mud," he added. Zack cracked a grin and shook his head sadly.

Before anything else could happen, however, the door snapped open. Justin's disappointed groan echoed around the room. "What is going on here?" All of the heads innocently turned toward Skuttle before the students started moving back to their seats.

Billie and Sara shared a look. "Nothing, sir," Billie answered delightfully. "We just figured that since Freddy Jones had interrupted our learning process, we'd occupy our time wisely with a poetry session, while you had that much needed talk with the boy." Zack had began to return to his seat while Sara dropped down into hers, beside her lover.

"Is that so?" Skuttle looked around the classroom, and received nodding heads. "Well done then," he added cheerfully now. "I'll have to give you all extra credit."

Billie turned around to return back to the back row, smiling to herself. "Uh, just a second, Miss Rebelle," Skuttle interrupted her congratulations. Billie turned back around to face him with a serious look. "Would you mind sharing some of your poetic talent with me?"

Billie swallowed hard. "Um…uh…well…of course…I'd love to…" Billie looked up then down before settling her gaze on Sara. Sara moved her eyes oddly, Justin giving her a weird look for it. Billie swiftly moved her gaze back to Skuttle. "But…mine are a little mean…a lot of teenage angst…y'know…" Skuttle made a gesture, telling Billie to get on with it. "Alright then…can't say I never warned you." She cleared her throat, glaring at the grin Sara had cracked. "Roses are red, violets are blue -- god made me pretty, what happened to you?" Billie looked at Skuttle's utter amazement in vain. "Roses are red, violets are blue, trash got dumped, and so have you."

Billie paused, eyeing Skuttle. "Have you got anymore?" he asked darkly.

"Billions more," Sara answered for Billie. Billie glared at her best friend.

"Then continue on with them," Skuttle growled.

Billie shrugged. "Alright. Roses are red, violets are black, go to hell, and never come back." There was another murmur of laughter around the classroom before it returned back to silence. "Roses are red, violets are blue, and a face like yours belongs in a zoo. Roses are red, violets are blue, what will it take TO get rid of you?!!" Skuttle's face was growing redder. "Roses are dead, violets are dying, so bitch get over it! And stop your fucking crying." Billie looked down before continuing. "East to the sea, west to the land, death to the bitch that touches my man." Louder laughter this time. "If you need a nickel, I'll give you a dime, if you need man…bitch don't fuck with mine…"

Billie opened her mouth to spur out another crude one. "Alright!" Skuttle snapped. "That's enough!" The laughter came to a sudden halt. "Don't you have any NICE poems, Rebelle?"

Billie shrugged. "Sure. But they're not as annoying…"

"Please share them then," Skuttle ordered.

Billie shrugged. "Roses are red, and dogs like to drool. Don't do drugs, and stay in school," Billie began in a solemn voice. "Roses are black, violets are gray. Storms of fire ruin my day. Lightning of darkness make me cry as I slowly begin to die."

Billie looked back at Sara, who nudged Justin. Justin cleared his throat, before turning his attention to Summer. "Roses are red, violets are black. Why is your chest -- as flat as your back?"

Summer emitted a loud gasp and the class emitted loud laughter. "Roses are red, violets are gold, why wear a bra -- with nothing to hold!" Justin grinned widely. He never spent time making up poems -- and was proud at how well he had done.

Zack felt artistic now and decided to join in. "Roses are red. Violets are blue. Love stinks and so do you." Summer glared at him with all her heart.

Silence filled the class room again before -- "Roses are wilting, violets are dead, sugar is lumpy, and so is your head." It was Marta's voice, and it -- surprisingly, was directed toward the teacher.

"ENOUGH!" Skuttle shouted angrily. The class once again filled with nervous silence. "You, you, you and you, you're coming with me! Now!" Billie, Justin, Marta and Summer followed Skuttle out of the room.

Skuttle slammed the class room door shut for a second time before rounding on the four students so fast, it was a wonder he wasn't on the track team. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Skuttle hissed toward Billie. Billie opened her mouth to say something…but -- "How dare you insult me like that?"

"It wasn't my fault!" Billie snapped defensively. "You told me to share my poems with you…and guess what? That's exactly what I did! Don't get pissed because I acted how I was taught to act. You tell me what to do and…I do what I'm told! Don't hate the player man, hate YOUR game."

Skuttle's hand shot out and connected with Billie's cheek. Billie's head snapped to the side, and she stumbled slightly. Billie jerked her head up right to glare at her teacher. "Hey man." Justin had lurched forward.

Billie grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Chill. It's nothing, O'Connor." She shoved him back, and he let her -- shove him back into the wall.

"You're not permitted to hit students," Summer pointed out, glaring evilly at her teacher. "I'm telling!"

Skuttle eyed Summer. "Oh really?" He asked harshly.

Justin shook his head, sniffing the air. "Dude, are you drunk?" He paused, before adding in a surfer-dude voice, "No way."

Skuttle ignored Justin. "You!" He threw a finger at Billie. "Are suspended!" Billie opened her mouth to argue. "Say another word and I'll up it to expulsion." Billie slowly closed her mouth. "And you!" He directed his finger at Justin now. "Four month's detention." Justin looked down at Billie, and when she looked up at him, he shrugged. "You two." He pointed at Marta and Summer. "Your grade for my class will fall down two letter grades. That's a C for you Summer. And a D for you Marta. Now get your asses down to the headmaster," he barked before storming back into his classroom.

Summer rounded on Billie. "I…I! I have a C! This is all your fault!" Summer shouted loudly.

Billie honestly didn't know what to do. "Suspension here is two weeks," she said to herself. "Miss a speech, no make up. Great. So now I'm gonna flunk speech." She walked off, leaving Summer behind her, and headed off to the principle's office.

Justin wrapped an arm around Summer's shoulders. "C'mon, Sum, lighten up a little hmm? You're as tight as a sailor's ass during inspection."

Summer glared up at him. "I'm as light as a feather," she snapped -- before storming off after Billie.

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END OF CHAPTER

over getting a note

Lam: Read it out loud

Hanson: (Clears throat) Dear tom. I hope you're enjoying Mr. Lam's lecture on diagramming sentences as much as I am. If you need any study help I'll be glad --

teacher snatches note from him.

Lam: Hi. My name is Wendy and I love to party. I'll meet you after school. If you have a car - just tell me where it is at. Oh brilliantly written, Miss Biros. But in my classroom we like to refrain from ending a sentence with a preposition. If you have a car just tell me where it is at. Help her out Mr. Burroughs.

Hanson: Okay it's in the student lot. A blue 68 mustang. class erupts in laughter - drowning out the rest of his sentence

Lam: With a prepositional part at the end of a sentence, genius. Example - because you're new here at school, if you were to ask where the cafeteria is at, how would ask it properly.

Hanson: Where's the cafeteria at…Schmo?

That's the second set of quotes in this chapter. Sorry for the delay -- I…well you see my sister got that stupid sims game and…it's not the worst. Plus there was a bit of writers block mixed in there. Sorry if it's not the greatest chapter. This one obviously had Summer and Marta in it. And I'm sorry -- I'm not poetic -- so I had to use other people's poems. But I did give them credit. I Will NEVER write any poems…because I SERIOUSLY suck at em. But if you wanna you can send me some poems…hint hint…and I'll try to work em into the story.