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So this chapter skips ahead about two months, nothing huge. Also, the Atwoods aren't in the story too much, some don't like them, some do, so I'll balance it. Zach's part in this chapter may not make sense now, but it will coming up. It is basically an intro to what he is becoming.

Disclaimer: Again? FOX owns it, Josh writes it. I make fanfics. Period.

Two Months Later

Zach sat on the usual bench outside of the principal's office waiting for his mom to pick him up. He knew that she wouldn't be happy. This was the fifth time this month that he'd been sent to the office. But this time it really wasn't his fault! Dylan had provoked him, so Zach beat him up. Really, it was Dylan's fault anyways, not his. It never was.

Marissa Cooper saw her five and a half year old son sitting on the bench, staring into space, not looking the lest bit upset about his mishap. She hurried over to him with a stern look on her face, crouching down in front of him as Principal Mackenzie of Harbour Elementary stepped outside of her office. "Mrs. Atwood." She nodded curtly to Marissa and looked strictly at Zach. "This is the fifth time this month young man. I will not have fighting in my school anymore."

Zach pretended not to listen, shoving the earphones that had been around his neck onto his ears.

"Didn't you hear me Zachary?" By now she looked absolutely horrified that a five year old child would behave in such a manner.

Marissa pulled the earphones down angrily from Zach's ears and he shot her an evil glare, making a dramatic scene to have to focus his attention to his principal. "Yes, Dean Mackenzie, it won't happen again." He said exasperatedly, letting out a breath of air, causing his sandy blonde hair to blow upwards. "Can we go now mom?" He complained, standing up to leave.

"We can go when Dean Mackenzie says we can." Marissa tried to be strict, but looking into her son's bright blue eyes, it was just so damn hard.

The dean nodded. "You may leave. But parents have been talking. They don't want a Chino boy's rebel son at this school. This is your last chance Zachary. I suggest that you change your ways." And with that she walked back into her office, closing the door behind herself and taking a swig of alcohol. Kids were tough.

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"Dude, you so grinded that rail man!" Jake said enthusiastically, throwing his arms up in the air in disbelief.

CJ grinned, picking up his skateboard as he and Jake walked through the front door to their house. They threw down their bags and ran to the kitchen. At seven and eight, the boys were always hungry.

Summer walked into the kitchen rolled her eyes. She had started buying triple the food than she normally had before this year. And it had nothing to do with Chris; her boys had appetites that were the size of gorillas. "You guys hungry?" She asked, a smile dancing in her brown eyes which had softened in her old age of 25. Or maybe it was just motherhood.

CJ, panting from the skateboarding and running, basically nonstop action, looked at his mother as if she were crazy. "God woman! We're famished!"

Summer rolled her eyes again. CJ was such a little her. Or a little Seth. She wasn't sure which one.

He and Jake sat the table, soon followed by a still quiet and still shy Tyler who was reading a comic book that he hadn't looked up from once since he sat down.

The telephone range and CJ picked it up. "Hello?" he asked in his phone voice which he liked to enhance to make himself sound older.

The receiving end of the phone obviously knew who it was because they asked to speak to his mom. Cooper shrugged and handed off the phone to his mother. "Father Cohen." He stated, getting back to the delicious pop tart in front of him.

Summer smiled as she picked up the phone. "Hey baby. What's going on?"

The voice on the other end was anxious and panicked. "Jesus Sum, i..it's my mom."

Summer's smile immediately fell and her heart began to race. "Wait, what? What's wrong Cohen, baby tell me what's wrong." She paused as she heard a bit of sobbing on the other line.

"She… she was on the 417 from Japan. She was visiting Aunt Hailey. The plane… it crashed on some random island. No survivors have been found." Seth started to cry again as Summer was rendered speechless. What? Things like that didn't happen in real life. It was something that would happen in a story book or on a movie. Seth's mom couldn't be dead or possibly stranded in the middle of nowhere. There was no way. But she needed to regain her speech because Seth needed her right now. She tiptoed out of the kitchen so not to worry the kids.

"Cohen, listen to me, your mom is probably okay, I promise you Cohen, Kirsten Cohen's time isn't up yet. She still has so much to offer to this world." Summer could almost feel the silent nod that she knew Seth was giving her on the other line right then. She wanted to be with him, to hug him and comfort him. "Baby can you tell me where you are?"

It took Seth a moment to reply, he was most likely fighting back tears. Summer heard his swallow before he choked out a few words. "Driving to Newport. On my way home."

And that was all that Summer needed to hear before racing upstairs, packing six bags plus one for Seth, notifying the ever so loyal Anita, and getting the kids together. It was back to Newport Beach.

This was indeed incredibly short, but I felt like getting a chapter up tonight. I'll update when I can but holidays that I celebrate are coming up soon and my family is in town. But I'll do my best.

To jann neumann ()- I hope you realize that my feelings were very hurt by what you said. I am in fact Jewish, very traditional. I am very sorry that I named a child after someone who wasn't deceased, but I just liked the name, I hope you know. Many of these names were simply because I liked them, okay? I'm sorry if every fact isn't perfect for you, but if it isn't please don't bother reading. I know what I'm doing, and although constructive criticism is accepted, you implied that I would never understand being Jewish unless I was. News for you, I am. So please, I hate posting stuff like this. This isn't a political site, it is for posting stories. So I apologize to other if they read this. That was just a blow to my feelings.