"So, that bitch of a teacher wants you two to share a part?" Gary Shepard looked over the top of his newspaper.

"Yep."

"So, what are you going to do? I mean, you have to do the play."

"What?"

It was early morning, and Alicia, Angela, Curly and their father were sitting around the breakfast table. The children were eating their breakfast, while Mr. Shepard read his paper. "Wait, daddy, why do we have to do the play?" Angela whined.

"You have to do it because you two forced me to let you do that class." Margarita Shepard was looking for a plate in the cupboard. Her long black hair was falling in her face and she brushed it away impatiently. "Now, you two are going to find out what it's like to be forced to do what you don't want to."

"But, ma, we know what it's like to do something we don't want to." Alicia said.

"Oh, and what might that be?"

"Going to school," Angela finished with a grin.

Margarita glared at her daughters. "You both are so spoiled! Your father and I go to work everyday to raise money, and you two whine about goin' to school!"

"Mom, the most money you get is like, three bucks a day." Curly said. "And dad gets less."

Margarita looked about ready to explode.

"Curly, uh, why don't you go grab my bag? It's on the stairs; I forgot to get it." Angela said. She knew the warning signs when her mother got mad.

Curly, however, didn't get the message. "Go get it your self. Now, as I was saying, ma-"

Alicia was amazed at the idiocies of her brother. "Curly, why don't you get her bag?"

It was too late. Curly had touched his mother's nerve. While his sisters darted out the door for school, Mrs. Shepard yelled at him to get his own job and make more money than five dollars a day.

As Angela and Alicia grabbed their school bags, they passed a sleepy looking Tim as he tottered down the stairs. "Hey, Ali, Angel." He yawned. Then he heard his mother's screams. "What'd Curly do now?"

"Oh, he just said ma didn't make enough money to support the family." Alicia shrugged.

"Oh." Tim yawned again. "Fuck, I'm tired."

Angela stopped and gave him a coy smile. "Have fun last night?" She asked, her voice coated in sugar.

Tim paused. "Yes." He said. He knew Angela's real intentions when she asked that.

"Did you and Dally go out?"

"Nope. We stayed at his place with the gang." Angela's face fell.

"Damn." She muttered under her breath.

The sisters ran out the door, with both their mother's screams and Tim's laughter behind them.

"Now, class. This play is very important to both the school and myself. So don't mess it up. I know that some of you," here she looked directly at Alicia, "don't really want to be in the performance, but you signed up for the class, you have to take it. And that means: do what I tell you to do. Right, any questions? Ah, Alicia."

"I don't have a question; I have a comment."

"I asked for questions only, so don't ask me-"

"Fine then, I won't ask, I'll tell you. I don't want to be in a play. I signed up for this class, because I wanted to act. However, you so kindly gave Angela and me the same script. Why?"

"Well, the role of Deer Girl is very important, however small. So, you two will have to split the part between you."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Lemme get this straight: you want us to share the part? While Rose gets the biggest part in the whole thing, and she doesn't have to divide the script fifty-fifty?"

"Rose doesn't have a twin."

"No, thank God." Alicia made the sign of the cross.

Rose sneered at her. "Well, Alicia, while you and your sister live in your run-down home, I'm going to be an actress."

Both the Shepards leapt to their feet. Angela made a fist. "Say that again." She whispered in a low voice.

"Now, now girls. Please, sit down." Miss Narwin patted Angela on the shoulder, and the girl flinched and the touch. "I'm sure Rose didn't mean that."

"Bet she did." Angela muttered.

Miss Narwin gave her a warning look. "Now, why don't you three hug?"

"We don't hug." Alicia said.

"Oh, you're just shy."

"We're not shy." Alicia scowled.

"We just don't like her." Angela finished.

Rose glared and Miss Narwin sighed, sympathetically. "Girls, if you don't want to get along, then leave."

"Okay." And with that, the Shepards strolled out.

That night, Alicia, Angela and Curly sat in the living room watching the television show, The Addams Family, (A/N: It came out in 1964, I think) when Tim came running down the stairs. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a clean white shirt. Angela raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going dressed like that?"

"I'm going out with Dally and his friends."

Angela snickered. "Don't do anything I wouldn't."

"Angel, the real question is what wouldn't you do?"

"I wouldn't do you lookin' like that!"

Alicia threw her head back and laughed. Tim, however, said, "good, 'cause I wouldn't do you either." And with a curt nod, he walked out the door.

Alicia turned to Curly. "So, Curly, what did Tim tell you?"

Curly, whose gaze was fixed on the TV, said, "Oh, Tim tells me lots of stuff."

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Can you tell us what he says?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I swore I wouldn't tell you."

Angela snorted. "Oh, yeah, Curly when was the last time you kept a promise?"

Curly glared at her. "I keep promises a lot, Angel."

Angela rolled her eyes and smiled. "Can you please tell us? He's our brother, too. Is it about Dally?"

"Yes."

"Tell us! Please." Alicia batted her eyelashes at him. "Ple-e-e-ase?" She stretched the word out as long as she could.

"Nope." Curly shut his mouth and refused to speak to speak to them until they gave up.

The next day was the rehearsals for the play. The Indians got to sit and watch as Rose and her group of Pilgrim pals said their lines. Rose was a god-awful actress. Angela fell asleep as Rose talked about "finally reaching the free land." Alicia's head fell onto her desk, but snapped back up again as Miss Narwin asked her if they decided how to divide the part.

"No, Miss. We will, though."

"Good. I hope each of you gets equal time on stage. I know how excited you are to be in this performance!"

"Oh yes. We're ecstatic."

Miss Narwin beamed. "I'm so glad that you girls are finally embracing the first Thanksgiving!"

A/N: Ugh. School's a bitch. Sorry if this chapter sucked too. And, don't worry. They divide the part 50/50. And, no, the Socs don't fuck up their lines. Alicia and Angela "modify" the play a bit. Can't give away to much, though! Adios! And we WILL find out what Curly's hiding. Eventually. :)