Allrighty then. Here's my next chapter of my story!

PS: you know those weird box-things in my last chapter? They were supposed to be smiley-faces. Oo.

Chapter Eight: Tuesday

Where were you last night? wrote Dick in English Class. He past the note over to Kori, who sat next to him. Though he was a year older then her, she took eleventh grade English.

Spending an hour and a half in Mrs. Screacher's class because I decided to shut my eyes while she was lecturing, she wrote back. Honestly, who would marry that woman?

Why didn't you call?

You know her. She wouldn't let me use the phone.

Couldn't you have come over after that?

I had to go straight home because Galfor needed me. And Trevor ditched, again, so…

Dick looked over at Kori. She had circles under her eyes and a weak smile on her face.

You're working yourself way too hard. I'm concerned.

Oh, I know I shouldn't. But we need the money and you and I both know Galfor's too stubborn to accept any.

But why are you always called in to take over for Trevor?

She read the note and sighed.

Because I'm the only one who's willing enough to do it.

Victor sat at his assigned computer at Tech Class and tried to ignore the jerk that was sitting beside him; a guy called Control Freak.

"I mean, seriously," he said, "that hunk of junk you call a car, why even bother? I mean, it runs and every thing, but it's no Millennium Falcon. At least that hunk of junk was a cool hunk of junk. Your car doesn't even have style! I mean, blue? What were you thinking? You really need to know how to design stuff."

"Says the guy who wears an overcoat in May," Victor retorted.

"Hey, at least this goes with my hair."

"Have you ever been in show-biz?"

"Why?"

"Because I hear the Fab Five are missing a member."

Control Freak scowled and didn't say anything for the rest of the period, which Victor was grateful for.

Ok, get it right, Gar thought.

"You – check the temperature?"

"No," said Rachel. "You look in the throat."

"Oh, yeah."

It was study hall and Rachel was helping Gar study for the AVAT (Assistant Veterinarian Aptitude Test). Garfield was trying as hard as he could, but his nervous feelings about the test were taking over, and he couldn't focus. He always got nervous before a test. Especially if it was less then a week away.

"I'm sorry, Rach," he said. "I know this stuff – I really do – I just can't focus."

She sighed. "You just get worked up too easily. You need to relax."

"I can't, that's the thing. No matter how hard I try, I can't keep my mind straight." He put his eyes on his knuckles and put his elbows on the desk. Rachel rested her hand on his back.

"It's ok," she said, reassuringly. "You're going to do fine. I know it."

"Really?" He looked up at her.

"Really. If you don't screw up."

"Now," she picked up the "Vet Handbook" , "what do you do when a cat needs a shot?"

I know this one!

"You put them in a cat taco!"

"It's 'cat burrito', but close enough."

"So, do you think you'll be able to come tonight?" asked Dick. He and Kori were walking down the hall to their last class.

"I'm not sure," she said, sadly. "I hope I can, but with everything I've got to do – well…" she looked at him. "I'll try to come, but no promises. And don't get your hopes up too high." She looked at her feet. "I don't want to disappoint you again."

"You could never disappoint me, Kor."

There was a pause.

"I wish that were true," she said, softly.

Ok, that was chapter VIII. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeeeee R&R!

Luv ya,

Tprinces