A/N: Alright finally the long awaited chapter two. That was bad and I never really went to sit down and write it. Thanks to all who are waiting and watching! I also hate how screws with my writing layout. Blargh.

"That's about enough excuses for one day young man." The tall, platinum blonde-haired woman smacked and whaled at the now grounded-for-life teenager's shoulder with her feather duster. Riku couldn't take it anymore. He knew he was in trouble. He didn't need any more lectures or reminders. The boy's mother grabbed at her apron that just happened to have the ever reappearing logo of "Home Sweet Home". Yeah that's exactly what he thought too. Wrong.

His mother really was a wonderful caring and kind divorced woman who worked so hard at what she did. Her part-time job was a café waitress and the other half of the day consisted of her fulfilling her duties as a mother by doing the cooking and cleaning for her only child.

All he could do was sit there and hope to god that his punishment wasn't going to be all that bad. Of course it couldn't be. What could this petty mundane activity possibly do to his harm his reputation. Whatever it was, of course he would cause just as much trouble as he did in all of his other classes. After-school activities were not going to be effected, seeing as how Riku loved to join in on the basketball team's games.

His mother approached him again and grinned, dusting off the wooden coffee table in front of him, pushing off the feet that were propped up to get to the uncleaned areas. The tone in her voice was oddly cheerful and she didn't seem to be agitated anymore. What could she be up to now?

Her slender fingers made their way to play with the platinum locks of hair and she propped herself down on the small love seat next to him. "You know very well that this class will do you some good." A snort and a laugh came from the boy and he shook his head. "You know what? You're right, it will do me some good." Oh the sarcasm. He had no idea what that class was yet, but whatever it may be, it would do him some good in the entertainment department. "Riku! You know exactly what I mean. We have to meet up with the guidance counselor in an hour so you better get your smart little tush ready. It's not my fault they suspended you until they found a proper punishment. Now go put on your shoes."

And he did just that. Riku got up from the couch and went down the hallway and into his room, glancing over at the 'memorable photo' and snorted, rushing passed it. In the photo it pictured a small boy being held up by an older man holding up a trophy that read "#1" from what was known to be Riku's old middle school basketball game. "Wow dad. You're a real winner." He slammed the door behind him and proceeded to change into something a little more comfortable as well as slipping on his shoes. He sat on his bed, and took a moment to collect his thoughts.

And then the headache began.

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"Please, come and sit down." The tall, elderly woman waved her wrinkled slender hands to direct her company to the two comfortable looking leather chairs sitting in front of the desk. Riku eyed the woman from up her painful looking black high heeled shoes, to her flower patterned skirt and blouse, all the way to her ratty-looking gray hair thrown up in a careless bun. Oh this was gonna be fun.

The boy had been to counseling before, but not like this.

The mother and her child took their sits, followed by the schools top councilor on staff. Of course she gave that look. You know the one that says "Oh I can help your son or daughter in their time of need. Their cries for help. I can see it and read them like an open book. Their dysfunctional ways shall be mended and I am the only one who can help." Riku's mother felt ten times better at the glances she was being given by the woman. All Riku could see was how condescending they were.

She offered the two a drink from her convenient water jug dispenser that sat on the right side of her desk, only one of them politely refused. The silver haired boy sat there, arms crossed and feet propped up against the metal sheet that had shield his yearning kicks to those long legs.

"Now, I'm sure you want to stick to your story about that night correct?" Oh that sent him over the edge causing his skin to boil and head to short circuit. He hated how adults felt the need to belittle the adolescents of today. A shrug and a sigh emitted from the blameworthy boy.

"How do you feel about that?"

"How? How? Well you see I feel-"

"Riku, please." His mother tried her damnedest to not let her young boy embarrass her. But maybe that was all too late in the matter. "Young man, I think there might be a reason behind all of these outbursts. Are you feeling angry at a certain person? Are you angry with yourself? Are you-"

"Stop assuming things alright? You don't know my life or what I have been through. I am also not about to tell a complete stranger everything about me all the way down to my blood type." Riku's mother was appalled and decided to distract the counselor as well as bring up the reason why they were called to the school. "Ms. Lambert, have you and your staff come up with the punishment for my son?" Of course they did, but the poor woman was so nervous, so panicky, all she could do was ask a barefaced question.

"Ah yes. The principal, Mr. Rolland and I have come up with something that will allow your son to associate with others who know a thing or two about acting. They also are a wonderful group of people who do act out. No pun intended." The woman was laughing at her own jokes and pulled out the slip of paper from within the file that had read "Riku Carter". Her pink polished nails and shaking hands handed over what was going to be the biggest change in Riku's life.

The boy snatched it from her hand and let his eyes scan it. Everything seemed the same, except for his gym glass. His team sports had disappeared into thin air. There had to of been some mistake. There was another class written on there. No way would he attend something so... so senseless.

His piercing green eyes slowly drew themselves from the paper to the poor soul in front of him that was about to receive such an icy glance.

"Shakespeare appreciation?"

No way in hell.

A/N: Ahh! I need to seriously get on the ball with this story. I don't want it to lag or lack anything. I hope to be popping this out quickly.