HEY. I got inspiration really quickly for this chapter and I got a new subplot to go along with it!

I had a rant to go along with this. Could you believe I had a complete writers and left this sitting at 400 words? I actually wrote the last two parts before the first two parts! I was going to rant, but I forget about what. I got my learners permit today. I can drive cars! Watch out!

I first started writing this chapter three nights ago, power went out like, a zillion times and I lost what I was writing. I live about an hour from Washington DC, we're soaked with rain here. Rain, Rain, Go Away! P:

Enjoy the mathmatical formula, if you've atleast taken Alg I or Alg II, I think you'll enjoy it. Remember, Link and Shiek aren't...that bright. Neither is Malon, for her part.

Hallway After C Lunch: Zelda - 12:40PM

Zelda was walking alongside Malon as the bell sounded through the halls ending C lunch. "Oh god, I have a math test next. This is awful," whined Malon as she fumbled through her notebook to quickly refresh her memory before she got to the classroom.

"Zelda, recite the quadratic forumla! Now!"

"Negative B plus or minus the squareroot of B squared minus four A times C all over two A." (A/N: MOST USELESS FORMULA EVER. (save trigometric ratios and subtracting cos sign equations, blah on math) ) replied Zelda quickly with ease.

"See, Malon? Not hard. If I can do it, you can."

"Oh...well...That's just 'cause you're a brainiac."

"That has nothing to do with it!"

"Oh, shut up, yes it does." Malon continued to flip through her notebook, trying to gather important information. "So where are you going, Zel'?"

"Gym."

"Oh! Sounds like fun!" Malon stated, genuinely.

"Definitely." replied Zelda sarcastically

"Okay, well I'll seeya!" Zelda made a left turn into the gym and brushed shoulders with someone coming in the opposite direction. "Oops...sorr--Oh."

It was Link Starling.

He dusted his shoulder as if Zelda was dirty and grimy. "Speak of the Devil!" Link said, as he rolled his eyes. "Watch it, Harrington."

"Oh shut up, Starling. Get a brain."

"Get a life. Stupid acting." She cringed.

"Stupid football." He cringed. "Why'd ya have to quit being an athlete?" He grunted, not really expecting a response, and kept walking in the opposite direction.

'To keep from being a pig like you.' Zelda thought to herself as she hurried to class. At this rate, she'd definitely be late.

Hallway After C Lunch: Link - 12:40PM

"Damnit Shiek." Shiek glanced over to his angry buddy. "This stunt by that stupid Drama teacher has got me so worked up! He's practically ruined my day."

"Yo' man, did you do the Algebra II homework?"

"...what?"

"Does Mrs.d'Tree collect the homework?"

"No...but you have a hardass test."

"...shit."

"Stupid. It's on weird shit I'm sure we probably never learned. YMX+B? Hell, I've never heard of that. What is it, anyway?"

"Beats me, is it supposed to have a special meaning? What's the...negative...B...plus--"

"That's on there too."

"...shit."

"Better get there early. Get a seat next to one of the geeks, like, Harrington's buddies."

Shiek darted off and up the stairs to the third floor to his Algebra class. Link was heading toward the office to request Chelson be suspended on account of stupidity and jerkishness. As he rounded a corner, Zelda appeared out of nowhere and gently brushed his shoulder.

"Speak of the Devil!" Link said, as he rolled his eyes. "Watch it, Harrington."

"Oh shut up, Starling. Get a brain." Zelda seemed defensive today, her tone was different.

"Get a life. Stupid acting." He shot back, and gave a look of victory. He noticed her facial expression change.

"Stupid football." He cringed, his face changing back from victorious to regretful. "Why'd ya have to quit being an athlete?" He grunted, not really expecting a response, and kept walking in the opposite direction.'You're a letdown' he muttered as he kept walking.

Link made his way to the office. After sweet talking the secretaries, he was allowed in to see Principal Walker.

"Reason for being here?"

"I want Mr.Chelson, the drama teacher, to be fired."

"Cause?"

" 'Cause he's an ass. That's why."

Walker looked Link up and down. "...Okay. We've taken your consent in for consideration but--"

"REALLY? GREAT! Thanks so much for understanding, Walker!" Link didn't bother to stick around for the but part. He'd heard the words he needed to hear. He left the office in a rush, heading to his sixth period Weight Training class.
Sixth Period - Zelda: Physical Education- Fitness Mastery 11- 12:45 PM

"C'mon, Harrington! Just hit the damn ball!" shouted a fellow teamate who was wearing green jersey over his red and black gym uniform. As the gym teacher winded up for a pitch, the teamate was getting ready to run from third base to home.

"STRIKE ONE!" shouted the umpire from behind Zelda.

Zelda glanced around nervously, gripping the bat tightly. She was wearing a similar green jersey over her ugly uniform. The combonation of her anxiousness to get out of this class, and the body odor smell emitting from the green jersey was enough to make her puke. 'I hate this sport so very very much.' Waving the bat over her right shoulder as focused on the ball and watched at the pitch was released and sent whirling through the air.

SMACK!

Zelda had made contact with the ball. But before she could take off running, the umpire called it a foul.

'Damnit!' She was ready to fling the metal bat at the Ump's face. She despised Gym class, just like every other intelligent student, which did not include the members of sports teams. Zelda wasn't afraid of pressure situations. Of course she wasn't! She was an actor! Therefore, she could handle acting pressures. Gym, a class she hated, and baseball, a sport that she hated even more, added with a the situation of two outs, last inning, runners on second and third and a homerun could win the game for the Green Gators, made her quite nervous.

'Last shot...' She closed her eyes and concentrated all of her emotions. The play's current chaos, her dislike for gym and just...life in general. 'I can do this!' She reopened her eyes, only to be smacked right in the face with the baseball. And thus, she immediately fainted.

Sixth Period - Link:Weight Training III - 12:45 PM

"Now this is what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Link shouted to no one in particular while he benched 190 lbs with one arm at a time in a series of sets and repetitions. "Livin' the life. Damn that Chelson. Damn him and his stupid meaningless play!"

Link took a minute of rest to wipe his forehead of a thin layer of sweat as beads of perspiration began to make their way onto his skin. "Man. I'm thirsty." He jumped from the bench press and left the class. Weight Training III, only availible after taking Weight Training I and II, was an intensive strength conditioning class. The class never had a real teacher because the teacher assumed that having gotten this far into Weight Training, they'd be fine on their own. Students in the class moved about as they please and all and all had a decent time.

"Did you call an ambulance?" asked Principal Walker as he sped down the hallway with the vice principal by his side. They passed Link at the water fountain, however, did not notice his presence.

"Yes, sir. They are on their way." replied the vice principal. "The student in question is bleeding significantly, I believe her nose has been shattered and she has been rendered unconscious."

Link was curious. 'Someone was hurt?' He kept pace with the administrators, lingering a few steps behind to listen to their conversation.

"Have her parents been notified? Are you in posession of her medical documentation?"

"Harrington." The vice principal said as she thumbed through the file folder.

'Zelda! She's hurt?' He suddenly felt an extreme amount of concern and sympathy for her. 'Wait...why do I care?' Just as quickly as the concern came, it left. He still wanted to see what was going on, curious as ever. 'Stupid probably got thwapped with a ball.'

When he reached the baseball field, he saw a group of kids, surrounding Zelda in their gym uniforms, some with jerseys, and he saw Zelda, her face, particularly her nostril area, covered in blood.

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