A/N: ok, so this chapter…well what can I say about it without ruining it? Absolutely nothing! That's what. Anyways, thanks for the reviews you gave me for that last chapter. I'm glad my long break didn't make me loose all my readers.

In a circle, the class sat with their faces long. It was the day after the funeral. Since things had been so hectic the previous week, with the reporters and death and all, the school decided to put off the visit from the grief counselor until today.

Fred, a short, balding man in his mid-thirties sat in this circle. He had worked with more devastated kids before, but still thought this group was pretty bad.

"In times like these, I think that it's good to reflect," he said. "Ben, though he was here only for a short time, had a good life. A life full of…"

Most of the kids in the class simultaneously thought the same thing at that moment: bullshit.

"I just want to get out of here," Raven whispered to herself.

"Tell me about it," Rachel said.

For a second, Fred looked annoyed. He closed his eyes so that no on could see them roll as he suppressed angry words with a tight-lipped smile. Patience wasn't really one of his strong points. "I'm sorry, but is there something you ladies wanted to say?"

Everyone in the class looked at them. Raven lowered her head. "No," she answered quietly.

Rachel, however, was never really one for silence. She stood to her feet. "As a matter of fact, there is something I wanted to say, Fred. Or ask, rather. What's the point?"

"Pardon me?" he asked, confused.

Mr. Petruccelli, who had been leaning against the door, cleared his throat, warning her not to start anything. Of course, it didn't work. It was, after all, Rachel Green.

"It just doesn't make any sense to me. Why are we here? Why is the school forcing us to talk to you? You, someone who's forced to care because you're paid to.

"I see what this is," Fred said with a very false niceness. "You're acting out because you miss your friend. You miss talking to him—laughing with him."

Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Next time, do your homework before you come here. Had you done that before, you would have known that I wasn't his friend. I barely talked to him and I sure as hell never laughed with him. At him a few times, but never with, and I'm sure the rest of the class is in the same boat. We were idiots and we know that now. If we should be talking to anyone, it's each other!" She was almost red with frustration.

A few people in the class nodded in agreement.

"Now, I don't know about you," she addressed the class, "but I'm sick of this. I'm sick of being sad. I'm sick of being angry and I'm sick of being alone. If there's hatred here in this room, we need to work it out!" Though she was talking to her whole class, she was mostly trying to send a message out to her friends. This had all gone on for too long. Her eyes had a pleading look to them as she lowered her voice. "Please. Before this tragedy strikes again…"

Raven looked across the circle as Rachel spoke. Justin had taken it upon himself to push his chair as close to Chelsea's as possible. For a second, it had felt to Raven as if a rock had just fallen hard in her stomach making her sick, but that feeling was rapidly replaced by blood-boiling anger. Her two evil eyes fixed themselves on Chelsea, who had unwillingly caught a glimpse of it. Suddenly, she was the one who felt sick.

"We need to talk out feelings out before it's too late," Rachel said. Oddly enough, she was interrupted by the bell. Most of the class looked hesitantly at each other before getting up to leave.

"Looks like it's too late," Fred said with a smile as he walked out of the room, leaving her to stand the alone.

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Raven quickly tried to walk through the schools parking lot. She was angry and on her way home early. She stopped when somebody grabbed her arm tightly just as she got to the sidewalk.

"What do you want?" she asked when she saw who it was.

"I just wanted to talk to you, Rea," Chelsea said.

"Well I have nothing to say to you," said Raven as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why do you keep doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Treating me like this. Why are you always so mad at me?"

Off in the distance, they could hear Chelsea's name being called. They looked over and saw Justin waving his car keys.

"Chelsea, if you're going home early, at least let me drive you," he yelled.

"I swear I'm not with him, Rae. I never was," Chelsea explained quickly.

"Oh really?" Raven's hands tightened into fists. "So then why did you guys look so close during the session today, huh? Why did you guys look so close after the funeral or during class? While we were dating?" She asked.

"Justin's the one who like me. It's not my fault. I've told him I'm not like that. I've told him."

Raven took one step backwards. "Well, I guess you didn't tell him loud enough. Maybe because you want him so badly."

"Raven, that's insane. You know you're the only one for me," Chelsea said.

In all the loudness, they began to draw a crowd.

"Bullshit," Raven said.

"No! It's true," Chelsea yelled.

"Oh, go to hell!" Raven stepped back again. With no more sidewalk left, she was on the road. She turned her back on Chelsea and started to cross it. That's when the tears started to fall. She subtly tried to wipe them away without anyone seeing. With her hands and tears in the way of her eyes, seeing wasn't so easy.

"Raven!" Chelsea called out.

'Leave me alone,' Raven said in her head.

Without another warning, a car honked it's horn. It was so close. So fast. And all she could do was stare at it, frozen with fear.

"Raven!" Chelsea called again as she moved with a purpose. She was faster in that one moment that she ever was in her whole life as she held her arms out with speed behind her, pushing Raven out of the way. She wasn't, unfortunately fast enough to save herself, she realized when she felt the painful jolt. Her body rose and fell with force as people rushed to help her.

Hovering over her was Justin and Eddie. "Are you alright?" Justin asked her. Eddie held on to her hand.

Chelsea tried to speak, but found herself choking on blood. She needed to know, though. She had to be able to ask. She tried her best to gain control of herself as she weakly asked through the blood, "Is Raven ok?"

But before she could get and answer, she saw the world go black. She was slipping away…