Hey all :) I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Any special presents you got? Have you added to your memory scrapbooks? Anyways, I just wanted to thank you all for reading my story even though in my opinion it's not very good. Actually, I think that this sequel is really bad compared to the first one so I will TRY MY BEST (not guaranteeing or anything ;;) to make this story as enjoyable as possible. Peace out :)

Zoey sat in her History class, taking notes on some dead Queen that she didn't care about. If it was any other day but that day, she would have been listening intently and scribbling away until it felt like her hand would fall off. But no, that day her mind had flown elsewhere, some place far away. And that place was called 'The Zoey Brooks and Chase Matthews Heaven'. She had been slowly building upon that heavenly place since she had first started liking him. When they had gotten together for a brief time before, her heaven had been complete with a large castle and everything. But when they had split apart, her palace had come crumbling down. Now that they were back together again, she was glad to say, 'The Zoey Brooks and Chase Matthews Heaven' was almost nearing completion again.

"Miss Zoey Brooks, would you please come down from Mars?"

A long meter stick was slammed down on her desk and Zoey bolted out of her fantasies. She looked up to see her History teacher glaring down at her. Zoey smiled sheepishly and murmured a quick apology before turning her attention back to the dead rulers of before. She found herself listening for a short time and then… she started to dream again.

Our wedding will be outside, Zoey thought, picturing a long aisle with chairs surrounding it. There'll be flowers. Lots of flowers. Pink, red, orange… lots in every colour. Nicole will be at the wedding. Her mom will be too when she gets healed completely. And so will Dana and Quinn. And Logan and Michael and our families of course… Dustin can be the ring bearer. Chase would look so handsome in a tuxedo. He'd have a bow and everything. And I'd march down the aisle with Daddy, wearing the most gorgeous wedding dress anyone had ever seen. It'll be long and white with a lace trimming and…

The meter stick was brought down on her desk once more, this time so hard that it snapped cleanly in two. Zoey shrunk down in her seat and smiled at the teacher. "Um… sorry. I was listening. Really… I was…"

Once the teacher had walked away, she reached into her pencil case and pulled out one of her favourite pencils. Then she slipped a blank piece of paper out of her binder and started to sketch out her wedding dress. Her hand was flying across the page like crazy and if someone had glanced over at her, whether it be a nosy student or the History teacher, they would have thought she was extremely interested in dead Queens indeed.

Nicole walked home that day, feeling extremely light and happy. Her first day working had been a success. She had managed to help several customers and Josh had smiled at her so many times that her stomach had knotted itself about a thousand times. She took her house key out of her pocket, unable to contain her excitement. She wondered what her parents would say when she told them about her wonderful day.

She swung the front door open and yelled, "I'm home!" She waited for a response, but none came. She took off her coat and dropped it on the ground, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. She ran up the stairs, yelling, "I'm home! Mom? Dad? Where are you? I'm home! I'm home!"

She ran all around the house and finally stopped in the kitchen where she saw a note taped to the fridge. With trembling hands she tore the note off the fridge and read it. Then she re-read it. Then she re-read it again. And again. And again. When she had finished reading it for the hundredth time she collapsed to the ground and started to shake all over.

Nicole,

Your mother had a sudden heart attack. I had to take her to the hospital right away. I'll call you in a bit to see how you are.

Dad

Dana was extremely freaked out by the fact that someone had sent her a clock bomb in the middle of the night. She had dressed extremely hastily that morning and her hair had not even been combed. She ate a soggy cereal for breakfast and then she had floated to class as if she was not really there. It was only until lunch that she really came to her senses.

She was picking at her sandwich when Tammy Ale walked up to her and sat down across from her, folding her hands on top of the table. Dana glanced up at her. "Hi," she said stiffly, not sure of what else to say.

"Hi," Tammy said hesitantly. She paused and took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm just going to get right to the point. I sent you the clock."

Dana dropped her sandwich. "Sorry, what? I didn't hear you."

"I sent the clock," Tammy said, her eyes fixed on Dana's face.

"Wha… why?" Dana could barely think, let alone speak.

"Because I want you to stay away from Logan!" Tammy yelled. Then she stood up, pushing her chair back so far that it fell over on to its back. "Don't even go near him if you don't want your life to be a living hell."

Dana stared at Tammy as she walked away, nose up in the air. She was unsure of what to feel. She didn't really feel anything. And then her emotions hit her all at once, almost making her tip backwards. She dropped her head on the table and stared at the ground, almost frozen. Then she cried.

Quinn walked right up to Michael and slapped him in the face.

She had been looking for him all morning and she had finally found him in the library, looking through some cook books. Without thinking, without even remembering the 5 page long speech she had written the night before, she just marched up to him and let her hand fly through the air and make contact with his cheek.

Michael dropped the book he was holding in shock. "What was that for?" he exclaimed, clutching his burning cheek.

"For everything," Quinn said coldly. Then she turned around and started to walk out of the library when Michael grabbed her arm.

"I can explain, Quinn," he said. "I…"

"Don't TOUCH ME," Quinn yelled. A few people in the library turned to stare with their eyebrows raised. Quinn grabbed Michael's arm and bit him once hard making him yell out in extreme pain. She quickly ran out of the library, her braids flying behind her as she did.