(Welcome to the final installment of Skool Days Student Slaves…this is the final chapter…but do not fret, the next story is on its way. But be forewarned, it probably won't be anytime soon, the lack of inspiration and the excess of homework doesn't help anything. But on to the reviewers…Sylver Phantasy, I understand where you're coming from, but I have no intention of watering down these current stories, BUT I do plan on posting a pg13 version of all stories, so fear not, I will do what you said, just not exactly. andalitebandit6, you know, I could do the same to you, you lazy person you…When are you gonna update your story huh? HUH? I should be lighting a bonfire under your ass! Grr, and yeah, that…Shawnna, I am confused at your outburst on the whole AIA director being the almighty voice…I'm beginning to think that you are or have been at one point in time, in the music department….Oo; AND STOP LIGHTING MY ASS ON FIRE! I'M GETTING ENOUGH HEAT FROM THE ALMIGHTY HELMSTER ALREADY LEAVE MEH ALONE! ARGH! XO
Quoteness: "Well, if it's torturing you that badly, just go to him!" –Dream
"I can't…It's too late, there's no point anymore…" – Zim
"My dear, sweet IRK! JUST GO ALREADY! If you won't go to him, I'll go myself and tell him! What in the name of the Tallest are you just moping around here for?" – Dream
That will give you something to stew over. On with the last chapter!)
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Well, to move things right along, the line got 1st at their last competition, moving them up to scholastic A. So, they were allowed to celebrate, too bad they weren't allowed to have a party…the skool was retarded that way. So instead they had a 'cultural event' and celebrated Italy. They 'studied' timpani and ate pizza! (Which was the excuse, so they could eat pizza, which happens to be a drummer's lifeblood…X3)
When the pizza came, it was a free for all, each drummer fought to get their own box…Zak and Dib were able to get their own box and went to a deserted part of the room to eat their spoils.
"Welcome to the world of drumline, where after every competition that you win, you're introduced to the 8th deadly sin…pizza…" said Zak, taking a bite of a slice.
"Pizza? I thought it was chocolate…" said Dib, also munching on his pizza.
"Depending on popular belief, it doesn't matter, it's just more of a joke anyway…" said Zak, grabbing another slice from his box.
Dib took the chance to glance over Zak's arms again. It had been 3 weeks or so and the original scars had healed, but there were fresh ones now. Dib averted his eyes when Zak noticed him looking at his arms again.
Zak sighed, "It's not what you think…"
"And what do I think?" asked Dib, avoiding eye contact, becoming more interested in his pizza box.
"I know you think I'm hurting myself. I'm not. And I'm not getting into fights either…" said Zak.
"Then what?" asked Dib, worry clear in his voice.
"I'm training, my instructors a little rough, but she has my best interests in mind…" said Zak.
"Why didn't you just tell me that, Zak?" said Dib.
"I didn't think it was all that important…" shrugged Zak.
"Yeah, sure…whatever…" said Dib sadly, anger almost showing through his tone. There were only a few days left of skool and Dib was bored as hell in all of his classes. He only had one final left, and that was in ASL. His assignment for PALS, he had forgotten what it meant, was to sign a song, any of his choosing. Zak and Katie had to do it as well…at least he could still talk to her…
"Hey, you ready for your song on Friday?" asked Katie, walking over to Dib and Zak.
"Yeah, I'd say so," said Dib cheerfully, "What about you, Zak?"
"Eh, I'll work on it later…" he said boredly.
"But its due on Friday…" said Katie, "How can you be ready in two days?"
"I'll handle it alright?" he snapped, annoyed that everybody seemed to be harping on him for the last week or so. Zak got up with his pizza box and walked toward the door, right as the bell rang.
Unfortunately, Zak and Dib's relationship had gone to shit over the past months, for whatever unknown reason. Probably because Zak was pushing Dib away, afraid of what things might come to. In fact, that was what is was, and Dib still didn't know anything about Zak…
Dib sighed sadly, he really pissed Zak off this time. It wasn't anything bad…he was just worried about him…
"You're worried about him, aren't you?" asked Katie. Dib nodded. Katie smiled and hugged him, "It looked like you needed a hug. Listen, just give him some space, m'k? He'll come around eventually…" she was about to say something else, then shook her head.
"What?" asked Dib, "What were you going to say?"
Katie blushed but continued, "I don't know if you've noticed or not…probably not, but when you and Zak are around each other there seems to be a lot of…sexual tension…" Dib nearly dropped dead from shock.
'Where the hell did that come from?' thought Dib, "What in the name of god's green earth is that supposed to mean?" choked Dib.
"Dib, look, you don't have to play dumb, I'm not blind…" said Katie, "I can see it clearly with you two, call it woman's intuition…" she pulled him aside so it was only her and Dib, "Tell me, do you have a crush on Zak? I don't care if you do or not, but you really need to talk to someone…"
Dib blushed and looked down and tried to hide it.
"Thought do…I could tell the reaction from the kiss a months ago was fabricated, you over did it…: Dib looked at her horrified, his secret was out…Katie only smiled and signed four words: 'My lips are sealed.'
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Friday came and the last final of the year came to Zak, Dib and Katie. Several kids had already gone and Katie decided to go up and get it over with. The loud, almost spazistic, music started playing and she started to sign when the singer began to sing.
Round, round
Circumventing circuses
lamenting in protest
to visible police
presence sponsored fear
Battalions of riot police
with rubber bullet kisses
baton! Courtesy
service with a smile
Beyond the staples center you can see America
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality…
of plastic existence
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
round, round
A rush of words
pleading to disperse
upon your naked walls, alive
A political call
the fall guy accord
we can't afford to be neutral on a moving train!
Beyond the staples center you can see America
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
push them around
A deer dance, invitation to peace
war staring you in the face, dressed in black
with a helmet, fierce
trained and appropriate for the malcontents
for the disproportioned malcontents.
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
They like to push the weak around!
She finished and got her planner signed. In the entire class, after every girl signed, they went to the bathroom. I'm not even joking about it…Mrs. Vitali, put the CD back in it's case and did the sign for next. Zak stood up and handed her the CD and told her the track number. He then stood and waited for the music, then started signing.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies.
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be.
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free.
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you.
Zak pointed right at Dib, lucky for him, everyone, including Mrs. V just thought he was pointing in a general direction…Dib could have just died…
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through.
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be.
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free.
(When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool.
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh, and act like a fool.
And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And if I shiver please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat.) -> (Ok, I don't know what to tell you about this verse, only becuse I'v never heard it in any song like this, so I don't know if it sohuld be here or not, I'll let you all decide...)
No one knows what it's like
To be the sad man
To be the bad man
Behind blue eyes.
When the song finished, Zak did the sign for a bond breaking or loss of trust/friendship, and he looked right at Dib. Zak took his CD back and then sat at the opposite side of the room from where Dib was sitting, and Dib was still confused as hell…Maybe Katie was right…
Dib got up and handed his CD to Mrs. V and told her the track number, then began to sign when the music started.
Always see it on TV
Or read it in the magazines
Celebrities who want sympathy
All they do is piss and moan
Inside the rolling stone
Talking about
How hard life can
Be
I'd like to see them spend a week
Living life out on the street
I don't think they would survive
If they could spend a day or two
Walking in someone else's shoes
I think they'd stumble and they'd fall
They would fall...
(fall----)
Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous
They're always complainin'
Always complainin'
If money is such a problem
Well they got mansions
Think we should rob them
Did you know if you were famous
You could kill you're wife
And there's no such thing as 25 to life
As long as you've got the cash to pay for Cochran
Did you know if you were caught
And you were smoking crack
McDonalds wouldn't even wanna take you back
You could always just run for mayor of D.C.
I'd like to see them spend a week
Living life out on the street
I don't think they would survive
If they could spend a day or two
Walking in someone else's shoes
I think they'd stumble and they'd fall
They would fall
Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous
They're always complainin'
Always complainin'
If money is such a problem
Well they got mansions
Think we should rob them
(Rob them)
(Rob them)
They would fall(they would fall)
They would fall----
Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous
They're always complainin'
Always complainin'
If money is such a problem
We've got so many problems
Think I can solve them
Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous
We'll take your clothes, cash, cars and homes
Just stop complainin'
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
(Thus ends the SDSS last chapter! Yeah, it seems like I just cut it off, but I wanted it to be that way…so just hold on until then newest story pops up. I'm going to try and name every chapter after a song! OMG can it even be done? Will I fail miserable and have you all laugh at me? Well all find out when I think of a title for the story, story titles don't count! XD If you could offer suggestions, that would be great to! X3 And one more thing, depending on how you all review depends on how soon you get the next story. See you all then!)