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"No, SheeEEEENNNN! The answer is not the 'Ultra-Guide to UltraLord'. AWWK! So does any REALLY know the answer to the pro-OHHHH-blem?"

Jimmy and Cindy's hands raised simultaneously.

"Uh, CINDY! What is the answer to 40x1?"

"Fourty..." Cindy faked boringness. The truth could be far from it. She enjoyed Jimmy's temporary suffering, or at least that's what she wanted everyone else to think. And it was working, too. Jimmy sat in his desk beside her, steaming at both Ms. Fowl's negligence to notice him, and Cindy's correctness.

"For your information, Vortex, I would have gotten that ten times faster than you would have had Ms. Fowl called on me!"

"Are you sure, Big Brain? Maybe I should calling you 'Fasty Brain' from now on?"

This bickering went on for a while as Carl was glancing lazily at the two whom were in love. Libby had told Carl about that a long time ago. It seemed like a long time, at least, though it was only three weeks. After what Carl called "The League of Villains Incident". Carl had seen Jimmy holding Cindy's hand as they were walking into the Candy Bar. It had become ever apparent to Carl since that. Libby saw that happen, too, but Sheen had been too busy talking with Tee. It seemed like Sheen was the only one who didn't know about the J-C "thing". Oh well, Carl thought, and went back to doing what he was doing before... drawing a baby llama with a hat on.

Libby, almost asleep, glanced over at Sheen, who was apparently writing something. That's odd, she thought, usually Sheen detests writing at all. It must be of major "UltraLord importance", as Sheen always said.

"All right Sheen, what are you doing?"

"Submitting."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm submitting my name to the UltraLord Convention."

"And you are doing this why?"

"So I can win the Ultra-Guide to UltraLord!"

Libby sighed. She sometimes wondered if Sheen thought there was nothing more to life than UltraLord. When he talked about UltraLord, she felt like he cared about UltraLord more than her. She truly wished Sheen would pay more attention to her. Oh, who am I kidding? Her attention was then diverted to Ms. Fowl, who gave a sharp squawk.

"Attention Class! As you probably know, today is the Laaassstttt Day of School, and we have twentyfive minutes left! So you may socialize with everyone else and have them sign your yeaaaaarrrrrrrbook. Have a good last day of school! Awwwkkk!"

A few minutes later, Libby was chatting with Cindy, who was multitasking by signing Libby's yearbook at the same time, when she noticed Sheen approaching. Cindy finished with her signature, headed over to a mixed group that contained Nick, Britney, and none other than the much despised Betty Quinlan. Normally Libby would have loved to see how this sparr played out, but was too busy with Sheen. "Hi Libs," he started, "I was wondering if you would like to come over tonight for family night. Would you please?"

"Well..." Libby started, only to receive the same look Sheen gave her about half a year ago on Valentine's Day. "Of Course I will, Sheen! Would you like to sign my yearbook?"

"Yes!" Sheen answered both matters at once, and they quickly exchanged yearbooks. As Libby wrote, she thought, and when she finished her common cursive signature, she put two words under it. One was "Your", and the other was "Girlfriend".

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