"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure," Ashley recited as she lathered soap across her bronze skin. "We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this."

Taking a deep breath she ploughed through the next bit, "But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate-we cannot consecrate-we can not hallow-this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little not, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here."

A loud knocking pulled her from here thoughts, "For crying out loud Spencer, I almost had it that time!"

Laughing Spencer said, "Breakfast is ready."

"I'm conditioning my hair."

"That's what you said a half hour ago."

"There are sacrifices to beauty like mine."

"I'm gonna sacrifice you if you make me late for school."

"I'm going as fast as I can."

"No you're not or you'd have been done an hour ago."

"You can't rush genius."

Spencer laughed.

"I heard that."

"Hurry up your foods getting cold."

"Four score and SEVEN years ago," Ashley shouted.

Giggling, Spencer made her way to the kitchen. She stared at the Mr. Coffee for several minutes, before finally figuring out were the filter belonged. Once she was sure she had everything in the right place she turned it on.

Thoroughly exhausted from her battle with Mr. Coffee, she made her way to the living room, turning on the television and enjoying her meal.

"And a dog. A dog named Checkers."

"Spencer it's 7:30 in the morning, do we really have to have the History Channel on this early?"

Munching on a bowl of Cap'n Crunch she answered, "Awe, but it's Tricky Dick."

"Excuse me?" Ashley said scrunching her nose up in disgust.

"Richard Nixon," Spencer rolled her eyes.

"Oh."

"I made you some eggs and the coffee's in the thingie."

"Oooh Miss 750 Verbal on My SATs, it's in the thingie is it?"

Milk dribbled down Spencer's chin as she laughed, "Creamer's on the counter."

"Thanks baby, but I won't eat these eggs."

"You better," Spencer said, "its scientifically proven that good breakfast helps you do well on exams."

"I have Chorus, Journalism and Band today Spence."

"I hate you."

"You do not," Ashley said pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"I do a little bit."

"No you don't. I bring the comic relief you could never hate me."

Spencer mused.

"You couldn't!" Ashley spoke with an air of defence in her voice.

"Oh, crap," Spencer exclaimed, "We gotta go,"

With a mouth full of egg Ashley said, "but I'm eatin'."

"This meals to go," Spencer grabbed her bag and pushed Ashley out the front door. "The bells ringing in 20 minutes."

"We can make it in 20 minutes."

"Traffic."

"Oh yeah," Ashley stopped to sip her coffee.

"Move it woman!"

"Give me the keys I'll drive," Ashley said.

"Just, don't kill us," Spencer said earnestly, "If I fail my exams because we're dead I'll kill you."

"What?"

"Just Drive!"

"Damn woman, you are hot when you're demanding," Ashley said backing out the drive way hastily.

Spencer rolled her eyes. "My first exam is trig to and Coach Bane has zero tolerance for tardiness."

"Just calm down, baby, I know short cuts."

"I swear Ash, If I miss my exams because--"

"Four score and seven years," Ashley sang.

Spencer laughed.

Continuing the address to the tune of Since U Been Gone, as performed by Kelly Clarkson, Ashley sang, "ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal."

"Ash," Spencer interrupted on the verge of tears from laughing, "Please."

Switching up the melody, Ashley continued to the tune of Proud Mary, "Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure,"

"Oh my God, Ash, you have to stop." Spencer cried. "My mascara's running."

"We are met on a great battle-field of that war." She sang, to the tune of I Kissed a Girl, "We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this."

"Seriously, Ashley," Spencer choked, "I can't breathe."

Taking a deep breath she sang to the tune of Don't Cry for me Argentina, "But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate-we cannot consecrate-we can not hallow-this ground."

"Ash, please," Spencer laughed, "please stop I cant breathe."

" The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here," she continued, "have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.

"Ash, Ash," she pleaded.

"The world will little not, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here."

As soon as Ashley parked the car, Spencer jumped out and ran to her first period class, laughing the whole way.

Calling after her, Ashley said, "I didn't think my singing was that bad."