This is it. It's an awesome chapter. Lol.

Don't own LK. Own everyone else, though...

Haley grinned. Today was the day. She got off the bus silently. She put her things away silently. And then, she, like the others, marched to the assembly. The principal began his sermon.

It took a while, but the words "Big Game" crossed his mouth. They all rose, filing out of their rows, walking down the bleachers, and through the hallway. The principal's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. The teachers, the only ones remaining, huddled together in horror. The feds clucked their tongues disapprovingly, writing bad reviews about the school.

"Nooo!" Cried the Principal, sinking to the floor, head in his hands.

The Assistant Principal rushed to help him. Preppy DuMarch was her name. Meanwhile, one of the eighth grade teachers spoke up.

"With all respect, Bert, they will not go quietly. They believe they are being wronged and this is all they can do to protest. Listen to what they have to say," She crooned wisely.

A few of the others murmured in agreement. Bert scowled, glaring.

"No! I cannot and will not cave to their pathetic demands! They're just a bunch of stupid kids! Now, let's give them all a detention," Bert howled irrationally.

Another teacher protested.

"But sir, we can't give them all detentions! There's over eight-hundred of them!" He argued.

A musclely teacher stepped forward.

"He's right. But I'll take some," McNeister muttered.

The crazed principal nodded.

"Good. If they want to pay the Piper, then they shall," Preppy murmured vindictively.

Mrs. Garden sighed, shaking her head. She knew that this would not end well. The kids had the advantage. There were far more of them. But what must be done, must be done. So, she blocked her ears of this horrible talk, herself getting up to leave. She didn't know about the others, but she had classes to teach.

Those children were somewhere, wasting their brains away. And as a teacher, she was to fill them with knowledge. Mrs. Garden was the only teacher who hadn't forgotten that this was a place of learning instead of war. She walked into the nearby classroom of Mrs. Leavenworth, where she was stunned to find the children all sewing on machines. She shook her head and walked out.

Mr. Sausage was wrong about them. And if he couldn't see that, then those kids in there definitely had more sense than he did.

- Loren ;

Mrs. Garden is the smart teacher...lol. Anyways, the other teachers don't mind so much... Well, most of them. Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to the real life Mrs. Garden, you rock! Anyways...