HAPPY TURKEY DAY EVERYBODY! Hope you all got stuffed with stuffing and pumpkin pie! Now time to read some Breakfast Club, while you eat leftover turkey and mashed potatos for six to eight years! So pass the peas and get ready to read! (Sorry if it's short. I didn't want to give anything away for the next chapter!)

Chester sighed; staring at the floor. "I was walking to school, because the bus doesn't come around where I live. I was passing the beach and…" Naomi interrupted. "Wait, the beach is about three miles from here."

Chester shrugged. "I usually get here late. Can I continue?" Naomi nodded, slightly embarrassed. "I saw a pair of boots lying there, washed up by the tide. Seeing how my old shoes were literally falling apart, I just slipped them in my bag and went on my way. When I got to school I threw my backpack in my locker and ran to class, forgetting about the shoes. Later, Mr. Boil called me to his office, holding my backpack with a pair of tongs. Apparently some of the other students complained about the smell. He dumped the contents on his desk…"

Ty was the one who interrupted this time. "You know he's not allowed to go through students belonging, right?" Chester rolled his eyes. "Yeah, rules always stop a person from doing things, that's why my life is going SO peachy." He sighed, "Sorry, it's just… Can you people stop interrupting me?"

"Back to this. Boil pulled out Brunzworth, my sketchpad, all the other junk that you guys have already combed over, seriously not cool guys! And then he found the boots…" Chester sighed again, an action which was well on its way to becoming his signature sound. Then he stared at them, eyes wide. "You want to know something really morbid? When somebody dies at sea, they rot too, but because their feet are covered by their shoes, the ankles rot away faster and snap off… The shoes float away, with the half rotted feet still inside… The probability of two ending up at the same beach is extraordinary, but so is my luck…" He let out a slight, mournful laugh that sounded more like a cry for help.

Abby was the first to regain her voice. "Oh, Chester…" She held the blond boy gently. Lab Rat was the first to realize something, but kept his mouth shut. Mentioning that Chester was currently wearing boots and had already stated his old shoes were falling apart would just aggravate the others more. Besides, a voice deep in his subconscious stated, he probably doesn't have a choice. Before he could realize what he was doing he was behind Chester's chair untying his jacket. "You better not try to attack me again…" Lab Rat growled slightly in Chester's ear.

ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI!

The six were sitting back in the chairs just chatting about random things, currently birthdays. "I don't know when my birthday is." Chester stated. "I mean, I know I have one, but I don't really need to know it. It really doesn't matter when you know you aren't getting any presents." Kat was staring at him with wide eyes. "What about Christmas?" Out of every holiday, Christmas was Kat's favorite holiday. Chester raised an eyebrow. "What's Christmas?" Kat promptly fainted.

ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI!

The clock rolled by, the hours filled with happy chatting, jokes and building friendships. When the clock neared 4:30 Kat and Naomi pulled Lab Rat and Ty away respectively.

"We have to help Chester," Kat stated, "specifically you two." The way she said you made Lab Rat nervous. He knew how right he was when the girls explained what they wanted them to do. Ty eagerly agreed, hoping to impress Naomi. Lab Rat, on the other hand… "No way am I helping him. Nuh-Uh, never going to happen." Kat glared at him. "Paul Squirfenherder, you are going to help that poor boy right now or else I am going to break up with you and make your life a living hell. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Ty and Lab Rat soon after grabbed Chester by an arm. "We're just going to borrow him for some guy time, Abby." Ty explained while dragging the blond off. Chester shrugged and waved, unsure of what was going on. Abby waved too, just as confused as him.

I'm pretty such Chester can now be designated: KID WITH THE WORST LUCK IN THE UNIVERSE! Seriously, how unlucky is that thing with the shoes?