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As Elaina and Meagan were rushing Emily through the unnaturally thick forest, they realized they had no idea where to go. Meagan, stating the obvious, said, "Damn, we're lost!" "Leave it to Beaver." Commented Emily sarcastically, cocking her head in Elaina's direction. "Alright." Said Elaina defiantly, tilting her nose toward the sky. "This way, come on."

Inuyasha scented a demon drawing nearer. His hair stood on end. He turned to Kagome and growled, "Something's here."

Coming as a surprise to everyone, Elaina actually found the tree. With a last glance at the feudal world, they jumped in the hole, one by one, and felt their insides ripped apart by the force of time and space.

"Dammit dammit dammit, how to get to school how to get to school!" Yelled Emily impatiently, as they raced through the forest at top speed, heading towards Elaina's house. "Okay, think, Emily, think. You're good at thinking. Yes, very good. Now think!" Mumbled Emily with a maniacal laugh. "Yep she's lost it." Said Meagan to Elaina, who giggled nervously. "AHA!" Yelled Emily triumphantly. "I've got it. We'll jack a car!"

Elaina gasped. Meagan smiled and said, "Can I drive?"

Elaina, Meagan, and Emily were cruising along the highway in Emily's mom's car. "Ease up on the gas Meg!" Said Elaina, bouncing around in the back seat. "Don't worry!" Said Meagan confidently. "We won't get caught, I look too grown up." Emily snorted and said through her teeth to Elaina, "Not in the chest."

"Damn you woman, if I weren't drivin', you know I'd kill you!" Said Meagan, reaching over and pounding Emily with her fist. The car swerved dangerously close to the car in the next lane. "DRIVE, DON'T FIGHT!" Screamed a frazzled Elaina.

"Oh. Shit." Gasped Emily. "It wasn't that bad!" Protested Meagan. "No. I mean, oh shit!" Said Emily, gesturing to the flashing red and blue lights in the rear-view mirror.

"Okay." Said Meagan. "We can: A) try to outrun him. B) Try to outsmart him."

"Err…" Said Elaina. "Let's try to outsmart him. I really don't trust your driving skills."

"Yeah," said Emily quickly. "I only trust you up to speeds of 55 mph."

Meagan's head sizzled. "Alright, alright." She said as she pulled over. "But you owe me one. Or two."

"Hello girls." Said the cold-eyed policeman, leaning into Meagan's window. "Yes, what can I do for you sir?" Said Meagan, her voice slightly squeaky. "See, I don't think you're quite old enough to be driving, either that or you're drunk, so I'll have to see some identification." Meagan replied, "Ehh…yes, identification." (Long silence) "Well?" asked the policeman impatiently. Suddenly, Emily had a plan. Elaina, Emily said inside Elaina's head. Ask me what's happening, and for god's sakes make yourself sound like a little girl. "Err…what's happening?" Said Elaina, not quite sure Emily was in her head. "Well," Emily replied, like she was speaking with an inferior little kid. "You see, auntie Meg is speaking to the nice policeman." Emily said, just loud enough for him to hear.

A trace of doubt flickered across the policeman's unshaven face. Now, show him the student ID. Emily whispered in Meagan's head. Trust me.

Meagan reached into her pocket and pulled out her student ID. She reluctantly handed it to the suspicious policeman, who swiped it impatiently out of her hand. At the exact same moment, Emily entered his head and subliminally told him it was indeed a valid license, and for a touch of revenge, stuck the Meow Mix song into his head.

Now! Emily yelled inside Elaina's head. Apparently she'd been communicating with her. Elaina, taking the cue, flung fire at the policeman, lighting his sleeve on fire. As he jumped around, Meagan took her chance and sped off.

"That was awesome!" Yelled Emily, patting Elaina on the back, perhaps a little too hard—Elaina fell over. "Too bad Meg lost her ID, though," gasped Elaina, struggling to sit up.

"Who said anything about losing my ID?" Said Meagan, triumphantly holding up her card as they pulled into the school parking lot. "But how?" Gasped Elaina. "Ehh, it was easier than swiping candy from a baby."

In gym, which Emily and Elaina had together, along with Cassie and Meagan, the disgruntled girls were playing a scrimmage game of basketball. No one took it seriously.

"Hey Elaina!" Shouted Emily, after a deep discussion with Meagan. "You wanna join the Sexy People Club? Yes, that's right, we're back and sexier than ever!" Elaina gasped and yelled, "Gah! I am gonna kill you!" During a heated slapping fight, Emily and Elaina froze, to find themselves in an awkward dance position. "Damn." Said Elaina.

Other forms of entertainment included "Draw on Elaina". How? Well, Elaina stood there as Emily and Meagan drew on her skin using their nails and leaving red marks. Elaina claimed it didn't hurt, and they knew it didn't; Elaina was the whitest person in the class besides Emily, who was decidedly transparent.

After the last few periods of the day (the only ones they were on time for), Meagan, Emily, and Elaina boarded the rowdy bus to go home. Just to give you an idea of how rowdy it was, here are some of the bits of conversations that could be heard:

"Hey, B, when am I gonna get my CD back?"

"Hey watch your MFing mouth, boy!"

(screaming)

"Gucci!"

"HEY SIT THE HELL DOWN!" (Bus driver)

"What you gonna do about it old man?"

"Senor, Senor, my taco is soggy!"

Emily, Elaina, and Meagan looked up in surprise at this last…ehem…comment. "Errr…." Said Emily. "Is it just me, or was that Matt?"

Not to mention the immense physical activity, taking place in the bowels of the bus. A few of these sports are known as:

Food throwing

Nerd beating

Laying down—in the aisle

Screaming at innocent joggers

And of course, our favorite:

Seat diving.

Elaina placidly sat eating a granola bar as a piece of lettuce flew by her ear.

"Gah! There he is! Again!" said Emily, frantically pointing out the window at the sidewalk as the bus rolled to a standstill in traffic. "Who?" said Elaina and Meagan, at the exact same moment. Emily narrowed her eyes. "Him." She hissed. A tall, dark haired boy dressed in black stared right back at Emily. They both narrowed their eyes.

"Emily, it's only Shawn, what's with the arch-nemesis thing?" Said Elaina, trying so hard not to laugh.

"ONE OF THESE DAYS!" She screamed, then whispered, "one of these days."

"Errr…I'll explain this one." Said Meagan, edging away from the infuriated Emily. "Katie, Emily's friend, was dating Shawn. Emily never liked Shawn, because he always gave Emily a look that said, 'Ha, I'm humping your friend and there's nothing you can do about it!' whenever he hugged Katie. You know, the over-the-shoulder thing." Said Meagan. "Ah." Said Elaina. They turned back to staring off into space.