AN: Here we go again. I LOVE this story. Still hate Cath right now. :) Enjoy!

The weekend after Halloween, Kiley and Sara went to Greg's house. They didn't go for any real reason, just to hang out. When they got there they were met with a large amount of chaos. Everybody seemed to go everywhere in Greg's house and there was a lot of shouting.

They did manage to find Greg in the back yard. "What's going on Greg," Sara asked. Greg smiled happily and wrapped her in a fierce hug.

"We're getting ready for Thanksgiving," Greg said when he let her go. Sara and Kiley gave him a weird look.

"Um...Greg, isn't Thanksgiving like three weeks away," Kiley asked. Cilla came up behind her, presumably to get Greg.

"You don't know about out family parties," she said. "The yard is turned into a freaking campground. People everywhere. I LOVE it. Or whole family, and god we have a huge family, comes over for a week for thanksgiving. Then for another week, a month later, for Christmas. It's absolute chaos here at the holidays," she said. "You guy's are gonna like it."

"What," Sara said.

"Well of course," Cilla said. "You're practically family. You can ring your parents if you really want to, but you're staying here for thanksgiving and Christmas," Cilla said. There was a small collective shudder among Greg, Sara and Kiley at the mention of parents, but Cilla didn't notice.

"And you're welcome to help us get ready," Greg said, batting his eye lashed at Kiley and Sara. Both girls laughed, but agreed to help. It's not like they had anything else to do. And Greg made any work go by real fast, with plenty of laughs and giggles along the way.

So they helped him whenever they got a chance they could. And Sara personally couldn't wait for Thanksgiving. Holidays had never been such a happy time for her. Greg was slowly making everything in her life brighter and more colorful. And Sara was no longer trying to hold onto the darkness.

She laughed and skipped ahead as she and Greg started clearing the huge yard of things that would get in the way of the tents. Of course, working with Greg was more play then work. Greg, Sara, Kiley and Archie who joined them, spent most of their time chasing each other around the yard. But Somehow the work got done anyway. Greg's family lived with Greg, they knew that Greg wasn't going to be much help work wise.

Things changed drastically for Catherine. The lunch table was full again. All Catherine's old "friends" had started to sit with her again. Cassy, Fredy and Warrick were not among them.

Cassy and Fredy hadn't talked to Catherine since that night, and it had been five days. Catherine had never gone longer then half a day without talking to Cassy. But she supposed it served her right.

Warrick hadn't come back to school yet. Catherine looked for him everyday, all the time. She didn't know what she could possibly say to him, but she still looked for him. Catherine no longer had here friends. Those kids that sat at her lunch table, that talked to her. They weren't really her friends They didn't know here like Cassy and Fredy and Warrick did. Catherine hated them. She hated them like she hated herself.

Catherine no longer found school interesting. She stopped doing her homework, and listening in class. She had fallen into a hole of depression.

Catherine thought a lot at home. She knew the blame for what had happened rested squarely on her shoulders. And this did nothing to make her feel better. It made her feel worse. It made her feel totally useless. She didn't know what possessed her to say the things she said. She knew she had broken Warrick's heart and this knowledge didn't make her feel better. It made her feel like an evil bitch, like a slut. It made her feel like she was turning into her mother.

Cassy and Fredy still watched her. They saw Catherine falling and they made no move to catch her. Cassy thought that Catherine had absolutely every right to fall. And a dark part of Cassy hoped that Catherine would shatter and break when she hit the bottom.

Warrick had fallen too. Maybe he even hit thebottom. Either way, he didn't break. Warrick wasstrong. He would't break.And that was where most of Fredy's and all of Cassy's sympathy went. They visited him everyday, but try as they might, they could get Warrick to come back to school. They brought him his school work, and Warrick was doing a good job. He still had his intelligence and knew all his work. He even helped Cassy and Fredy with their's. But the kid could not brave school right now, and neither Cassy or Fredy could blame him.

"Warrick," Cassy said. She was sitting on the edge of his bed. Warrick was reading a book right now, propped up by several pillows.

"Yeah," he said, placing the book down and looking at Cassy.

"Are you ever gonna come back to school," Cassy asked. Warrick looked at her eyes. They were filled with sympathy and sadness. Something he never though Cassy would direct at him.

"I don't know," he said honestly.

"I think you should," Cassy said. "We have a new lunch table. Nick, he introduced us to that wacko Greg and his friends. They're actually kinda cool," Cassy said. It was a measure of how badly things have changed. Cassy had always been right up with Catherine on the chain of popularity and all that. She had been a prissy, conceited girl who would never had looked twice at Greg Sanders and his friends. She had regarded them as simply people to be ignored or stepped on. They were nothing.

But now, she sat at their table. She had became a sort of friend, not as tight as Fredy and she were, but still. She had made friends out of a hyperactive geek, a science nerd and a computer freak. It was an unspeakable act. But then Cassy realized that she had become one of them. She had gotten out of her tiny little circle at the top and joined a different circle. She had changed her social standing in one day. And it was because of Warrick. And an even weirder thing. Cassy was actually enjoying being one of the "lower life forms"

"Okay," Warrick said. "I'll come back to school tomorrow.

Cassy looked at him in amazement for a moment as he picked up his book again. She wondered how it had been that easy. What was going on in Warrick's head. Then she figured, maybe he was only waiting for someone to ask him to come back. Maybe he needed that.

"Hey Cassy," Warrick said looking up from his book. Cassy looked at him. "When you and Fredy came over all those times in the last few days, were you putting me a suicide watch?" He had an odd, almost sly sort of grin on his face. Cassy look at him and wondered briefly how he got to be so smart. Then she shrugged

"Knowing teenagers today, it was a safe bet," She said. Warrick nodded.

"Well you don't have to worry about me," Warrick said. "Suicide is a act of supreme selfishness. Suicide is for cowards."

Cassy looked at the teenage boy in front of her and realized that he was completely right. Warrick would never on a million years do something as stupid as suicide. He might resort to self-destructive things that will kill him in the end, but he wouldn't kill himself outright. He wasn't selfish. And Cassy had never met anyone any less of a coward then Warrick Brown. He was the bravest person Cassy knew.