After breakfast, Joy, Torrie and Christy walked to biology. They waited outside the door, talking about the party and Jackie's concern about her seriousness.

After about 10 minutes, Ms Wilson finally arrived bringing with her, a long and boring lesson.

"Ok class, today we start to buckle down on learning-unlike yesterday. Today, we will start learning about cells. Cell membranes, which most of you should have learned about last year, are fluid, with components that move, change, and perform vital physiological roles…"

Christy could feel her mind going in and out of focus. John, next to her, was resting his head on his desk. He had his headphones down over his ears. Joy was chucking her eraser, to see if it landed on 'yes' or 'no'. Torrie, next to Joy, was sitting there-her eyes were glazing over. How could a class be so boring?

When the bell went 45 minutes later, John jolted upright. Ms Wilson looked shocked when she saw students getting up to leave…perhaps she forgot that there was a class of teenagers sitting in front of her.

"Ah, class, a page on cell membranes due on Monday! Anyone who doesn't hand in the sheet, now that would be a very bad start to the year…Mr Cena, im talking to you especially…please don't write that on my black board!"

Christy followed Joy and Torrie out of the class, and split up to go to their classes.

Maths was strangely quiet, as Dave wasn't there. She hoped he was ok.

At interval, Christy met the others at the courtyard again. The weather was hot and humid, and most of the students retreated to the cool shade of trees and covered shelters.

The next lesson, chemistry, was torture.

Stacy's friend, Candace, was sitting next to a tall boy in the corner. She kept giving Christy evil glares.

At the end, she went outside for lunch. It was as hot as ever, and she had to keep going to get a drink from the water fountain.

They were all starting to become excited about the party that night. Christy wasn't in the mood to go to her next two classes. But she had health education next, and they were playing basketball.

"Great game," Christy told Jackie. They were in the locker room, changing.

"Yeah right! You wasted us 58-2!"

Christy laughed.

Christy spent English with Joy reading the Shakespeare play, Macbeth, outside in the sun. They simply sat in the sun, rather than reading.

Dave arrived halfway through the lesson with a bandage above his eye, and went to sit with them.

"Where were you in maths?" Christy asked him.

"I had to be interviewed by the Headmaster…Hunter has got some nerve."

"Why, what happened?" Joy asked, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"He went on how I supposedly started the fight. Im surprised I didn't hit him right then and there. So anyway, what are you guys doing? Or supposed to be doing…it doesn't look like you really are getting any work done…"

"Yes we are!" Joy said to him. "Listen, 'Is this a dagger I see before me? The handle toward my hand? Come, let me…'"

"Hey, hey im good," Dave said, holding his hands up, as if protecting himself. "I don't need an example."

Joy squirted him with her bottle.