(Welcome back! I'm finally updating! Sorry for the really long wait…I've been super busy…anywho…andalitebandit-6, the Tallest are not going to go to the camp, trust me, and as the whole Zak thing (I'm changing his name slightly…) well, his identity will be reveled junior year, so you have to wait…sorry…glad you liked the end to AU as well! Techno Doofus, you may never see this, but I'll try anyway! Thank you, I'm very glad you liked that last chapter or Alter Universe that much! LupeInDarkness, Is that a good thing or a bad thing, and which ones can't you take seriously now? XD Penname wa Silver B, You'll most likely not see this either, but I'm glad you liked it! Have fun reading the rest!

Well! I forgot to mention that Friday was also the exhibition! That's where the band plays for the parents! The Professor Membrane showed up, but on his flying vid screen…Gaz came as well, hoping to see her brother screw up…too bad he did just fine, and ruined her fun. Everyone gave great reviews on the exhibition. XD)

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The last week of camp was uneventful. The band and the drumline spent their time cleaning on music and marching. And in no time, the first day of school rolled around the corner.

Dib swayed more towards the art end of the spectrum. His classes consisted of freshman P.E., A.P. English, A.P. World history I, A.P. Bio, A.P. Geometry, A.S.L I, A.P. Art, and Drumline. No freshman in the history of the skool had ever taken A.P classes, until this year. Dib was one of three freshman taking A.P. The other two consisted of Zak and Zim.

While Zak had all but A.P. Art, instead he took Student Assistant, his classes were the same as Dib's.

Zim, however, was on the other side of the spectrum. Sure, he still had the same five core classes, (All A.P. but P.E.) but he decided to take German I and Computer Science. But, little did everyone know that he took an A.P. test and passed with honors, so he didn't have to take that this year. (coughmathcough) So he opted for Advanced Band.

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Orange day…Dib went to A.P. History, A.P. English (He has it everyday!), A.P. Math, then he headed to the band room for drumline. When he got there, the rest of the drummers had already gathered.

"Why are we waiting out here?" asked Dib, crowding into the already crowded cubbie space in between the band hallway and the band room.

"Mr. Helm still has a class going on." said Kat.

"But the bell's already wrung…" said Dib.

"It's middle school class," said B.G., "Middle skool and high skool are on different bell schedules by about 5 minuets, so they tend to overlap…"

"I see…that's very odd…" said Dib.

Then all the middle skoolers started packing up their things. All the drummers funneled into the band room and then dispersed throughout the room. One bass drummer, the girl who transferred into the line the first week of camp, sat down with her sketch book and began to draw. Dib walked over and looked over her shoulder.

Her sketches were of dragons, creatures and beasts. He was impressed, to say the least.

"That's really good." said Dib. The girl didn't suspect that there was anyone behind her, and she jumped. She turned and looked at Dib.

"Thank you…" she said meekly with a weak smile. She then put her sketchbook away and proceeded to get her drum out.

'I think I scared her…' he thought. She was shy, so he'd have to take that into account. He was going to have to work with the bass drummers on the cadence and a few musical issues in the music. (He's just being a section leader. XD)

Of course, due to human nature, when you hear a sound, you look in the direction it came from. Well, the double doors were heard opening, so everyone turned to look, and then gasped at what they saw.

"Drummers! We have a new transfer!" shouted Mr. Helm from his office, "Show him the ropes, will ya? I think his name is…"

"Zim…" said Dib in a low tone.

"Yeah, something like that…" mumbled Mr. H again from his office.

"Great, the horrible earth Dib is here…" grumbled Zim.

"What the hell are you doing here?" shouted Dib.

"Why do you care, dirt pig?" said Zim.

"Let me handle this…" said Kat, stepping in front of all the drummers, who now surrounded Zim and blocked his only exit so he couldn't escape. "Look, we know about you. You can't deny it anymore. You now have 25 people after your skinny green ass…" she growled.

"Who's the green kid?" asked Zak. Dib went through a quick run down of the whole story. "Damn…" is all Zak had to say about it.

"What are you talking about, vespa girl?" said Zim, not realizing what was going on.

"You're an alien, dumb ass…and we all know it." She hissed, ready to make her move.

"LIES!" screamed Zim, "HORRIBLE DIB LIES!"

"CODE RED! GET 'EM!" shouted Kat. They all jumped Zim and hoisted him up, holding tight on the fighting Irken.

"Put me down! I command you! Obey me! OBEY ME!" commanded Zim, but to no avail.

"Stop it…" came a small voice. "I said stop it…" she said louder and everyone turned to see the not-so-silent-anymore bass drummer from earlier.

"Why." said Danny flatly.

"Because it isn't fair, what you're doing is wrong…" she said more firmly.

"Lay off, flute player," barked Chuck, "This is official business."

"I have a name and it's not flute player!" she shouted. "Now put him down, this isn't appealing! Do you really want other people to view us this way?"

They just stared at her. She had never done this before…she was always so quiet and kept to herself. Why stand up for a criminal?

"Katie…" pleaded Kat, "You don't even have all the facts…"

"Yes, I do." said Katie, which shocked everyone even more, "Please just let him go this once. You can get him later when I'm not around to see it…"

Kat sighed. "Let him go…" she said dully.

"But!"

"Just do it…" said Kat, walking away from the group. The other drummers allowed Zim to drop to the ground and he quickly scampered over to and hid behind Katie.

Chuck walked over and leaned in close to Katie and Zim.

"Listen, Punk. She won't always be there to protect you. And when she's not, your ass is ours…" Katie just growled as he walked off. Then she went about fixing her drum stand.

"Why did you do that?" asked Zim, wondering if she had some kind of secret power.

"Because I know what it's like to be bullied…it's not fun…" she said as she set her drum on her stand. "And I try to make sure no one has to go through that…" (Hm…doesn't this sound familiar?"

"Eh? That's it?" said Zim.

"Yeah, basically." She smiled, "Are you here to try out for cymbals? That's the only position we really need currently…"

"Eh…I was going to try out for snare…" said Zim.

"We already have five…" said Katie, "We don't have anymore…"

"Eh…ok…uh…Cymbals are ok?" said Zim, slowly piecing it together.

"Cool! Just go talk to Mr. Helm and he'll show you how to play them." said Katie.

"Can't you show me?" asked Zim, afraid of all the other drummers.

"I'm afraid not…see, I just started playing bass three weeks ago…up until now, I've played flute…so I'm new at the whole percussion thing to…." She said. "So if you want to get on the line, you better hurry before rehearsal starts, or else, he'll be man." she pointed to Mr. H's office.

Zim walked over to the door way and waited to be acknowledged, for what happened last time. Mr. H finally looked up.

"Can I help you, Zam?"

"It's Zim, sir…"

"Zim, oh! Right, right. What can I do for you?" said Mr. H.

"Could you teach me how to play cymbals?" asked Zim.

"No…" said Mr. H, then he waved his hand a bit, "Just kidding, I'll show you." He stood up and went to one of the percussion cabinets. He pulled out two pairs of cymbals and handed one of the pairs to Zim.

"Ok, loop you hands through the straps like this…" he showed Zim how. "Good, now all you really have to do is hit then together at an angle like this…" he demonstrated a crash. "Now you try."

Zim did as he was shown and he did it perfectly.

"Wonderful! Now, here's your music. You have until the end of next week to know it." said Mr. H, handing him a packet of music.

Zim took the packet and looked it over. It didn't look so tough, this was going to be easy. Little did he know what was lurking for him around the corner of next week…

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(Hope you like this one! Again, I'm sorry it took so long. Also, I am now calling this the 'story of secrets'. Expect the unexpected, for what you know will most likely turn you on your head later on down the road. Until the next chapter! I lurve you all!)