A/N: I know you guys keep telling me not to worry about how long it's been since my last post, but have you noticed that I usually completely ignore you on that? Well now is no exception and I'm sorry for taking so long on part 32. I'm trying out for all region choir next week and it's been a little crazy around here getting ready (let me just say that lunchables are not suitably sized lunches for a person my age) but that should be over with next week (unless I make it and then I'm not sure when it'll stop being so crazy) I've been practicing and practicing for it and my teacher says I have a good chance of getting in (mostly because I'm one of two peeps that actually comes during lunch to practice!) so wish me luck on that and hopefully when this is all over with and my major tests (and it's not even finals yet!) are over with then I'll get back into the swing of things, but if nothing else you can definitely expect the next post on the 28th!

Part 32: Travis Strong-Grade Report

For several long weeks things went about normally. Parker never mentioned RFR and the rest of the gang (Lily excluded) went back to forget her entire role in the incident at all; even Ray forgot everything he'd overheard that day including the vague idea that maybe following Travis hadn't been a good idea. But even though her friends seemed carefree enough, Lily was still having a hard time forgiving Parker completely. They were friends, that much was true, but the old status of 'best friends' just hadn't been achieved. She acted normal enough in the hopes that no one would notice her mind constantly wandering to the mysterious envelope that was nothing but numbers.

RFR broadcasts went back to normal and the viewers didn't even think twice about the mysterious day where 2 infamous DJs walked out right in the middle of a broadcast. And slowly, much to Lily's surprise, daily life was returning to the normal routine of get up, get ready, go to school, come home, go to bed, and repeat. She certainly didn't mind forgetting the entire ordeal, but Ray was one to drop a subject lightly.

As the week dwindled to a close Lily sat calmly on her bed completing the week-old history assignment she'd forgotten to do when it was assigned. It was Thursday, though for some reason it felt like a Tuesday. There were only a few weeks left until Christmas break and by now most teachers had started piling on the assignments in preparation for the last tests of the semester.

She tossed aside her pencil and closed her book with a sigh, "I don't remember learning any of this!" She complained loudly.

'Well of course not, you haven't even thought about this stupid stuff since the first week of school!' Her mind shouted at her, veins pulsing in agitation at her teacher.

She sighed again and looked around the room. It was a mess. There was no other word for it unless you counted 'pig-sty' as one word. With another sigh of frustration she stuffed her papers and books into the backpack at the edge of her bed, 'I guess I should probably clean this place up a bit.'

She snorted and quickly rolled off the bed, immediately opening the door to the closet. In a rush papers fell about her feet. She sighed again and tossed the few papers into a recycle bin by her dresser. Her father had decided that they would start recycling every possible thing they could just a few months prior and he had instated mandatory recycle rules. 1. Sort all products, 2. Cut all of the plastic holders of soda bottles, and 3. Keep all recyclables in your room neat and tidy in their containers. Soon after that he had placed 3 small bins in her room: 1 for plastics, 1 for paper, and 1 for aluminum. She grunted at the sight of the ugly metal containers as she shoved more items into them, not bothering to keep track of the plastics, papers, and aluminums.

She looked down at the mess around her feet, bent over to pick up one of the 'toys' and then climbed onto the chair placed strategically in her closet. She felt herself falling even before the chair fell over backwards. She lost her grip and struggled to grab onto the many shelves lining the sides of the closest. She heaved a sigh of relief when her hand grabbed something solid, but her relief was short-lived because suddenly her hand started slipping as she pulled more papers down with her.

As she hit the ground she found herself laughing at her stupidity, 'I should have known that would happen. I'm so clumsy!'

But she didn't get a chance to think of anything more because all of a sudden the envelope, all of its contents having spilled out, fell on her face. She laughed even harder before looking down, and then her eyes locked in absolute astonishment because there, right in her lap, the second page of the envelope stared her in the face. And then it dawned on her. When she'd looked in the envelope she'd only seen the top page. How could she have been so moronic as to not look at the other 6 pages?

Hands trembling she reached down and picked up the paper, and as she did so she realized that this had not simply been a list of numbers; there had indeed been a reason Travis hadn't wanted Robbie to ask him questions. Written at the bottom of the page was the number 1, suggesting the pages had not been in order in the envelope, and at the top of the page was the name: Travis Strong and the words: Grade Report.

Lily looked over the rest of the page, but the numbers and letters didn't really make any sense, 'Why would Kim have had Travis' grade report? And why isn't it written in the style of Roscoe High's report cards?' She questioned herself, biting her lip enough to draw blood. She flipped through the rest of the papers; nothing caught her eyes, it was just the same letters and numbers.

The first 3 columns of numbers almost seemed like they were giving dates. But if that was true then these grades were given long before Travis came to Roscoe High. She didn't quite understand what could have been so intimidating about grades, but, knowing Travis, there could be any reason.

She sighed and looked at the clock, '9:45. I was supposed to be in bed 15 minutes ago!' She chided herself and set the papers on top of their envelope next to her feet, but thinking twice, she scooped them up again, shoved them into the envelope, and stuffed them into her backpack again.

'I'll ask Travis about this tomorrow.' She thought, and casting 1 last longing look at the backpack she went to get ready for bed.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking about the page with the mysterious Travis strong-Grade Report, but as she pondered what it might possibly be she fell slowly drowsier and soon she found it impossible to keep her eyes open. And then, in a fit of confusion, she turned over, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.