A/N: Heeeeey, bitches! My sister's being a brat right now, and I really wanna punch her in the face. Watch out! I might decide to take my anger out on you. (Creepy Smile...) But, anyways....get ready for the wrath of weekly updates! It's really not as bad as it sounds. Basically, you can expect another chapter by Sunday of each week.

Word of the Day: Quatrefoil /'kat-re-,foil/ Noun meaning: A conventionalized representation of a flower with four petals or of a leaf with four leaflets.

Hmmm...Some people would call that a four-leaf clover, for all us non-genious people out there. Webster...was a dumbass.

Chapter 3: Meeting the Outcasts

Blair's POV

"Oh! I'm going to miss you so much!" Pause. Freeze the scene. Okay...annoyed-looking little brother sulking in the background. Check. Overwhelming mother dreading the abscence of her child. Check. (Double the checks on that aspect.) And that girl being sqeezed out of existance by the mother? That girl was me. I was currently having my bones crushed by the woman who had pushed my six pounds, nine ounces of knees and elbows right out of her very self. Such odd ways we show affection. Okay...playing in regular speed now.

"Mom...at the rate you're hugging me, I'll end up in the hospital with a broken collar bone instead of at Maggie's cabin." She squeezed even harder. "You'll have to pay hospital bills." I offered breathlessly. She quickly released me, allowing me to see her glossy eyes. I groaned. This was like my first day of kindergarten all over again. It's almost harder for the parents than it is for the kid. The teacher ended up comforting my Mom, while I went and played hopscotch and got angry at a boy, proceeding to kick him repeatedly in the shins.

"I know, I know...just go already before I make you take pictures of us along with you, or threaten to send a detective to follow you." Haha...yeah Mom, you're hilarious. (I didn't know if she was serious or not by the way her eyes gleamed when she looked at me.) I had my suitcases at my feet, actually packed with my school uniform among other various necessities for staying at a boys boarding school for however many days. The uniform consisted of black pants held up by a belt of your choice (Yay! An ounce of freedom!), a white undershirt and a black pinstriped blazer, light yellow tie. A rather odd combination of clothes. Almost as though the store had run out of complete sets of uniforms, and mixed the scraps of others to get St. James's.

"You finished saying goodbye, 'cause Mag's waiting out in the car." Actually, she wasn't really. It was just Devon, but my Mom didn't need to know that. Maggie's services were required elsewhere. She had to watch her little two year old cousin for a couple of hours while their Mom went out to lunch with a couple of rich clients of hers. We called it nugget-sitting. My mom nodded and placed a kiss on my cheek.

"Have fun..." she said as cheerfully as she could with tears welling up in her big eyes. "And don't do anything I wouldn't do." Hmmm...would my mother impersonate a dead guy at an all boys boarding school to help get the news on some fraud that might not even exist? Let's leave that as an open ended question. I was trying to avoid a guilty conscience.

I grabbed my bags, blew a kiss to Chris, and then bolted out the door, straight towards the truck. "Quick...hurry! Before she changes her mind and comes outside with a net or something to kidnap me back with!" I said frantically, only half kidding, as Devon slid out of the driveway. Thankfully, we were speeding away before my mother came out to realize that Maggie was nowhere in sight. "You got the stuff?" I asked Devon, looking around for the bags of shit I would need to "manify" myself. He lifted up a plastic Target bag bulging over with odds and ends like my eyebrow gel, and the roll of sports bandage that hid my hooters. (A/N: LOLZ, sorry had to say it...) (Okay...SOMEONE stayed up too late last night...hehe)

"There's a gas station on the way up. You can get into your uniform, and get a sex change there." Devon said, pulling onto the main road. He was already in his formal attire. Moustache in place, suitable clothing, impressive mountain of hair on his head. We pulled into the gas station soon, and I rushed into the bathroom to change. Once out, I grabbed a bag of Doritos and a Diet Coke before dragging Devon away from flirting with the innocent cashire, and hopping in the truck.

I could feel my nerves starting to kick in again. I was fiddling with my paperclip bracelet I knew I would soon have to remove, and the slight crookedness of Devon's moustache was really starting to bother me. He noticed my anxiousness and popped in a Muse CD he dug out from under his seat. The music certainly calmed me down a great deal, because before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of St. James Academy for Boys.

This time, many cars filled the parking lot. Soon-to-be students and their families milled around the outside of the building, admiring the architecture or trying to find which way to the main entrance. I took a deep breath and hopped out of the car. As I was pretty weak, myself, Devon had to help me unload all my shit out of the back of his car. We dragged it up to the crowded sidewalk and tried to make our way to the front doors without getting killed. I noticed the way Devon's eyes lit up whenever a cute boy passed.

"Stop checking everybody out." I hissed at him. "You look like a pedophile." He snorted at this, but discontinued with his wandering eyes. Clarette, the French secretary, was greeting people at the front door.

"Bonjure..." she said repeatedly, smiling brightly. "Welcome to St. James. Right this way to the lobby. Lunch will be served in the dining hall for anyone who wishes to attend." She gestured families into the entrance hall, overflowing with people. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic. Suddenly, a smiling woman with dark red hair approached us.

"Excuse me," she said, "have you checked in yet?" I shook my head, afraid that I would fail miserably at my boy voice in the pressure of the moment. "Alright, dear, what's your name?"

"Mason." I choked out. "Mason Foster." She looked down at a huge ass clipboard clutched in her bony hands, and scanned down a list of what I assumed to be the names of expected students.

"Okay, Mason. You're all checked in, and we know you're hear. If you or your parents or guardians are hungry, lunch is being served in the dining hall straight ahead throught those two sets of double doors. You'll be assigned you're room and given a list of your classes when they have the school Welcoming in the auditorium building." She had been smiling throughout the whole conversation. If I were one of these people, I think my lips would fall off from so much grinning and laughing.

I was herded forward with the crowd, Devon tagging as closely behind me as was possible. We were finally shoved into the dining hall, which was less crowded, thank Ghandi. Tables were set with cloths and sets of silverware. Two tables pushed together at the head of the hall served as a buffet table. All sorts of things were spread out on it. Baskets of bread and butter, dishes of mashed potatoes and assorted soups. Platters with different kinds of sandwhich meat laid out neatly on them. Bowl after bowl of sides like fruit salad, rice and veggies, shrimp and cocktail sauce. And lets not forget the array of desserts. A glorious heaven of chocolates, multiple varieties of cakes, little custards in fancy schmancy dishes, and even chocolate fondue with strawberries for dipping. Sorry to go all out on the food description, but I was starving, having only had a bowl of Cap 'N Crunch for breakfast. And those Doritos in the car.

Suddenly, my cell phone rang. Wasabi by Lee Harding sounded out of the speakers. Maggie. I picked up. "Hello..." I said quietly, though it was unnessescary because the hall buzzed with sounds.

"Hello, this is Agent Magarette requesting the progress of operation Transgender." I heard Maggie say on the other end. I 'haha-ed" sarcastically as I got in line for the buffet. "No but really, how's everything going? Sorry I couldn't be there. I promised my aunt I'd nugget-sit, like...two months ago, though. Just my luck it would fall on this day." I shrugged my shoulders and loaded my plate with a mountain range of mashed potatoes, speckling it with little broccoli trees and making a little gravy river run through one side. I'd been doing this since I was five years old.

"It's no big deal...Doubt you would've needed to do anything important. Everyone's just kinda chilling out and eating sandwhiches and shit." I glanced around the dining hall. People were chatting animatedly at tables, while others drifted along in the background, keeping out of everyone's notice. That would probably be the best way to go around here. As quietly as possible. That's right...play it cool. "Yeah...nothing's really happening right now. I mean...what is there to happen?" I caught sight of some cheesecake to my left, and turned sharply to grab some. Big mistake....

SPLAT

I froze. My plate of mashed potatoes seemed to have embedded itself in the shirt of a tall, blonde haired boy with crystal blue eyes, and a "perfect" face. Generic boy nextdoor good looking. "Ummm...I've gotta go, Mag." I said, abruptly hanging up, ignoring her confused protests.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know you were there." I said quietly, bending down to pick up my plate and offering him my napkin to wipe his shirt off with. He snatched it from my hand abruptly, his face scrunched into a cross between a pis-sed off Zack Efron, and some rich, snobby asshole with no life.

"God, faggot! Watch where you're going!" he raged, scrubbing his shirt with the disintigrating napkin. "Damn, this was a brand new tie." I frowned. One of my best friends being gay, you can imagine how I felt about the second f-word. God...this was going to be worse than I thought. Just a bunch of uptight rich people with nothing better to do than curse at people for getting their ties dirty. What a bunch of douche bags.

"Hey, who are you calling faggot? You're the one wearing a pink tie, asshole." The voice that said this was not mine, though it was exactly what I had been thinking. It came from behind me. I turned. Standing right there was a rather short boy with shaggy dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He smirked a smirk that I knew could only belong to him, and his button nose gave a small twitch. I grinned. Just by looking at him, I could tell in some weird way that we were going to get along. This was exactly the same way I felt in kindergarten when I'd spot people I knew would be my friends. Yay for kindergarten!

The blonde boy huffed angrily, and stalked away, not having any clever comebacks to throw at us. "Don't worry about that guy." the boy told me, walking over and handing me a new, clean plate, smirking again. "I've known him since the seventh grade. His bark is worse than his bite." I nodded at him, finally getting the slice of cheesecake I'd been waiting for, and deciding to get just a sandwhich to avoid another incident. "I'm Frank, by the way. Frank Iero." He stuck out his hand, waiting for me to return the gesture.

"Uh...Mason F-Foster." I shook his hand, thanking god I hadn't accidentally said Blair. I grabbed another napkin and scanned the hall.

"Hey...you wanna sit over by me? I could use some company. I'm guessing you don't really have any friends here either." he asked almost eagerly, as though he were actually kinda lonely but not wanting to show it. I grinned, and told him that I really didn't want to be sandwhiched in between any other douch bags here, anyways. (God, I hope I'm not acting too girly.) "Great..." he said, "How 'bout over there? It looks empty enough." I started to follow him over to the table, before I caught sight of Devon, devouring a ham sandwhich. I sighed.

"Excuse me for a moment. I've gotta go tell my dad something." I veered off course from the table, and waltzed over to Devon's table. "How's it going, DAD?" I asked loudly, emphasis on the dad. He nodded through a bite of sandwhich. "You know...I think I'm good. If you want, you can probably get back home. I'm sure Cameron will be waiting for you." I was reffering to, of course, the boy he had had over a few days ago when I was on the phone with him.

"Oh...me and Cameron are long over now..." he said solemnly. "I've got a new man. His name's Drew. He rides a motorcycle." I rolled my eyes.

"Great...I might as well write your obictchuary now. Would you like me to include that you were killed in a motorcycle crash, or would that be too graphic?" He chucked a piece of bread at me. "Carefull..." I hissed playfully, "Don't knock my wig off." He shook his head in the perfect imitation of a father who'd just realized his child belonged in a mental institution. "Anyways...the parents are starting to leave anyways, and I have somebody to sit by." He looked around eagerly.

"Is he cute?" Devon asked, craning his neck over the sea of people and floating faces that seemed to have no bodies. I groaned and got up from the table. "I guess I'll see you soon. I'm sure I'll call multiple times, as will Mag. Don't worry, we'll keep in touch." He outstretched his arms for a hug. I looked around nervously.

"Umm...is it manly to give people hugs?" I asked quietly. He rolled his eyes and grabbed me around my neck, pulling me in.

"See ya in a bit. Have fun with your new friend." He gave a short giggle, and then stuffed the rest of his sandwhich in his mouth, preventing any further laughter. I waved goodbye and watched his back retreat through the crowd. "Call if you need anything!" he called over his shoulder. When he was through the doors, I rushed back to find Frank sitting alone at a clearing table, picking at a cupcake and scrolling through his ipod.

"Sorry." I apologized, sliding into the seat across from him. "Had to say goodbye to my dad." He smiled, and shrugged, taking a bite of the cupcake. "Where are your parents?" He shrugged again, but this was more of a forlorn sort of shrug.

"Dunno...they just kind of dumped me here and left." There was a moment of awkward silence. "It's no big deal." he assured me, seeing my awkward expression. I caught sight of the orange device in his hand.

"What sort of songs you got on there? Dude." I asked, adding dude for a little manlyness.

"Hmmm...mostly rock and stuff. Got some Black Flag, some American Nightmare...Beastie Boys, Bouncing Souls. All the good stuff." I laughed. His music taste was a bit different than mine, but liked some of the bands he'd said, too. "What about you? What's your favorite band?"

"Muse..." I answered immediately. Muse, Muse, Muse!!!! He smirked again. It seemed to me that he smirked alot.

"Yeah...they're pretty good. I think I've got 'Resistance' by them on here somewhere." I looked down at his plate. He'd only taken a cupcake and a pile of fruit.

"You still hungry? You can have some of my sandwhich." I held my untouched half out to him. He shook his head. "You sure? It's just turkey."

"Yeah...I'm a vegetarian, though, so..." I grinned knowingly, almost wanting to roll my eyes. Was everyone I knew a vegetarian?

"Oh! Really? My friend's a vegetarian too! So don't worry, I'm used to it." We talked for a bit longer about random stuff like books we like, movies, more music. We were laughing at some story Frank told about the time he was in fifth grade and accidentally pushed the girl he liked into a fountatin on a school field trip, when people started hearding the students towards the entrance hall. Frank got up, leaving his plate on the table. "Where's everyone going?" I asked a bit nervously, watching all the students chattering noisily as we walked towards the front doors.

"We're heading out to the auditorium building. It's right next to the school." Indeed there was a building I hadn't noticed before, nestled right in next to the school. It was nothing special. Actually rather ordinary looking next to the intricate architecture of the actual school. "I think they just built it recently. That's why it's so different from the main building." We were shuffling along within the sea of school uniforms, when a deep voice called out from behind us.

"Hey Iero! Did you get shorter over the summer?!" We both turned. Pushing through the crowd was a tall boy with huge, muscley arms and a broad chest. It looked like he had to be sewn into his uniform. Ontop of his head sat a brown puff of hair, almost like an afro, but longer. More...straight down. His face was angular, and he had huge lips. I almost wanted to laugh at his strange appearance. He wasn't ugly, but he had such unusual features! Frank grinned.

"I don't know Toro? Maybe it's those high heels you're wearing." Frank pointed to his shoes. They did indeed have a larger heel than most boys shoes I've seen.

"Haven't changed, have you?" The big one asked, punching Frank in the arm.

"Not a bit." he said proudly, puffing out his chest. The large one looked down at me suddenly, just noticing that I was watching the conversation.

"What?" he asked suddenly. My eyes grew wide, I wasn't sure what to say? What would a guy say in this situation.

"Dude, Ray...chill. He's with me." Frank slung an arm around my shoulder. "Mason, this is Ray Toro. Ray, this is Mason--er..."

"Foster." I piped up, my voice coming out a bit deeper than I'd meant it to. Thankfully, no one really noticed.

"Yeah...Foster...I knew that. Anyways, don't mind Ray. He may seem like a hot head, but he's really just a big softy." Ray rolled his eyes but smiled. We had finally entered the auditorium and I spotted some seats.

"Hey, Frankie! There's some seats over there!" I said excitedly, dashing off towards the four empty seats I'd found. I blushed, then...realizing I'd called him Frankie instead of Frank.

"Wow..." he said, coming over and sitting next to me. "No one's called me Frankie since sixth grade." I looked down. "Hey, I don't mind. I actuall kinda like it." I grinned again.

"So, Frankie it is." Ray came over and sat next to Frank. We all watched the stage, knowing someone was about to come on soon, judging from the way the auditorium was slowly quieting. Headmaster Kirk (LOL) soon stalked onto the stage, taking the mircophone Clarette was offering him, and coming to the center to address us all.

"Welcome, students! I would like to welcome all of our first years, as well as our returning students. And a special welcome to the senior class, as this is their last year at St. James. I hope you all enjoyed lunch?" Him with his cheesy questions again. There were many cheers, but a select few of us (like Frankie and Ray) bellowed their dislike for the second rate sandwhiches. Thankfully, the place was too loud to really pick out any "delinquints".

"Alright...well...this year's schedual is pretty smooth." the headmaster continued. "As some of you know, you are required to wear school uniforms all days of the week except Saturday's. Sundays will be church days, so you'll be required to wear them then, as well." There was a wide expanse of groans at this news. He gave a cheap laugh, and continued. "You will be permitted to leave school grounds on weekends as long as you sign off, and return by set curfew. On regular school days, you will be allowed to leave the building after dinner only, to return by curfew as well."

"Class scheduals will be handed out, along with room assignments. You will recieve these from our lovely volunteers by a set up check in desk in the entrance hall." He looked seductively over at Clarette and winked. She giggled in response. I looked over at Ray and Frank and pretended to shoot myself in the head, using my fingers as the gun. They both chuckled and quietly agreed that Kirk was an ugly man-ho. The rest of his little speech was so boring, I think I'd rather sit through fourteen hours of Cats on broadway, than hear it again. I won't trouble you with the torture that still rings in my ears, friends.

"Well...that was boring as shit..." Frank said bluntly as we got up to leave. We had been directed to go straight to the entrance hall to get class scheduals and room assignments, but we were lagging behind the other students. I silently wondered what Devon and Maggie were up to at the moment. "Think any of us will be lucky enough to room with eachother?" Frank asked hopefully, looking between Ray and me. Ray snorted.

"Not a chance. The people here aren't THAT nice. They wouldn't dare put two friends together. They say it's because they don't want anything to interfere with our studies. It's my theory that they're just assholes." We all laughed at this, as we made it to the front of the line for check in.

"Names...." the woman behind the desk asked in a bored voice that said "I could be out drinking and gambiling tonight, but instead I got stuck with the stupid assignment of telling these asswipes who they get to see undressing, and hear snoring for the next nine months."

"Frank Iero." Frank said. The woman handed him a paper with House A on it and then a key with a small tag dangling off of it. It read 211. Ray went next and got a key that said 305. Finally my turn came up.

"Ummm...Mason Foster?" I said, almost doubting that my name would be on the list. But the woman handed me a sheet of paper and a key reading 238. Looking at my paper with my class schedual on it, I realized it said House B at the the top of it. "What does House B mean?" I asked Frank and Ray who were waiting for me by one of the pillars.

"The classes are divided into two houses. So...our freshmen class has House A and B. House B means that you'll be with the rest of your house for all your classes. House A-ers will be with their House for all their classes. It's the same for the seniors and everybody, except they have different House A and House B than, say....freshmen." Ray explained in detail.

"Damn...you're house B? Me and Ray are both in A. Guess you won't be in any of our classes." Frank said, sounding genuinely dissappointed.

"But...I mean, we WILL see eachother SOMETIMES, right?" I asked nervously. I really didn't feel like wandering around a place like this.

"Of course!" Frankie said eagerly. "Like at lunch, and after school hours we can hang out. At break. We'll pass eachother in the halls. Weekends." He rambled off the list of all the times possible for us to see eachother. I guess it didn't seem so bad. And maybe there would be other nice people in my House. I thought of the blonde haired boy I had crash landed my potatoes into, and then began to doubt myself.

"All students may now go to their rooms and get settled in! Dinner will be served in one hour." A woman I recognized to be Jenaveve (the chick Kirk was banging when we first met him) was directing the students from the top of the large stairwell. Kids started to stampede towards it. She quickly dashed out the way, almost falling down the stairs in her huge ass heels.

"Guess we better get up there." Ray said, glancing at our room numbers. "Well...you guys are close. I'm on a whole nother floor!" Frankie patted him on the back. "Probably got roomed with some douch, too." We grabbed our luggage from the pile we had been told to put it in when we first got here, and then started towards the stairs. We walked up the stairs until we reached the second floor.

"Meet us down at dinner by the doors?" Frank asked, watching Ray continue to climb the stairs. He nodded. I said bye to Frank at 211, and then set off to find 238.

"Please don't let me be rooming with some asshole! Please, ghandi!" I begged quietly under my breath, sliding my key into the lock and pushing it open. The room was empty at the moment. Not a single item in it. I had no clues whatsoever as to what my roomie was like. Maybe I'd get lucky and get a room to myself. I tossed my shit onto the top bunk and looked around. Large enough room. It had a set of bunk beds, a desk in one corner, small sink and mirror set, and a closet. Plus there was a window seat looking out onto the grounds. Looks like were gonna have to use a community bathroom. I gulped at the thought. How was I supposed to shower?!

And then it hit me. I had done it. I had officially gotten into St. James Academy for Boys. I did it! I couldn't believe it! I don't even think anyone suspects anything! I started to jump around crazily, just so excited that I had gotten the worst over and done with. "Oh yeah! You did it!" I said happily, spinning around.

"Ummm..." came a voice from the door way. I froze, my back to the door. In all my excitement, I hadn't hear my roomie come in. "Well, I don't mean to interrupt your little pow wow or anything, but...would you mind if I unpacked?" I turned around. An awkward looking boy clutching a black bag and suitcase stood in the door, a rather entertained expression on his face. He had stick straight brown hair and milky skin. A pair of rather familiar looking hazel eyes say behind cute little glasses that perched on his thin nose. And man, was he skinny! Probably about my size, if not more so. He was lanky, too. With long legs and torso.

"Sorry..." I said, smiling, but then correcting myself with a more manly smile, which I'm sure came out more looking like I had a mouth deformity than anything else. The boy raised his eyebrows, but smiled back.

"Is this like, some weird Satanic ritual? Should I go get like...some black clokes and candles for us?" he asked jokingly, dragging his stuff into the room, and flopping it onto the bottom bunk. "Thanks for taking the top." he said, "I actually don't like being up there. I always fall off or something stupid." He straightened up. "I'm Mikey Way."

"Bl--Mason..." I said, almost slipping for the first time. He looked confused.

"Blamason?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed. I shook my head, and nervously laughed it of.

"Haha...no, just Mason. Sorry...guess I had too much sugar at lunch or something. Hahah...ha...ha." I finished awkwardly, turning away and mentally smacking myself. I climbed up to the top bunk and started going through my stuff. Hairbrush, shampoo, my CD's. I'd also stashed my necessites for boydom in there. Extra rolls of bandages, mostly. I was laying stuff out on the bed, when I accidentally bumbed my bag, and a few items tumbled out and hit Mikey on the back of the head.

"Ouch..." he muttered, laughing as he bent to pick up the stuff. I wasn't really that worried about it until I saw something on the floor. Uhoh! A boz of Tampax Pearl was laying just behind him. He hadn't seen it yet, but he was about to. I acted on impulse, not really wanting someone to find out my secret on the first frickin' day! I launched myself off the bed and jumped on his back. He shrieked like a girl, as I rolled off and kicked the tampons under the bed. "Ummm...okay..." Mikey said, rubbing his back as he straightened his glasses.

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry. I was...reaching down for something, and I just lost my balance and fell. Shit...sorry." I covered myself quickly, blushing with embarrassment. Great...now he thinks I'm a psycho killer or something. But instead of being frightened, he started to laugh. I was a bit confused at first, but then I joined him nervously, glancing around the room, not sure quite what to do.

"Sounds like something that would happen to me..." He said, handing me my stuff. I breathed a sigh of relief, and started to put my clothes in drawers. "Jeese, you pack light for staying here for six months." he said when I finished unpacking in like...ten minutes. I shrugged. I picked up a book from his bed where I was watching him put his clothes away neatly. Seemed like he liked everything organized.

"Invisible Monsters..." I read outloud, looking at the cover of the book. It had what looked to be a beauty queen with a splash of red over the lower half of her face.

"Yeah...it's really good, actually." Mikey said, not turning around. "I work at Barnes and Noble, and I found it in the back one day..." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. We both looked up, confused. Mikey set down what a pile of shirts, and dissappeared around the corner to answer the door. "It's just my brother!" he called, having looked through the peephole. I continued to read the back of the book while I heard Mikey say hello to his brother. "Come on, my roomie's in here." I heard him say. "Mason, this is my brother." I finally looked up from the book, and froze completley, mid-smile.

Hazel eyes. Those were what stopped me. A pair of hazel eyes, twinking behind a fringe of wild black hair. I knew immediately who it was. The mystery boy from the office. I couldn't speak, just stare. He grinned. "Hey, I'm Gerard." he said, giving a small wave. And so the mystery unravels.

"M-Mason Foster..." was all I could manage. He smiled warmly, and I suddenly wanted to shout that my name was Blair Hunter and that I was acutally a girl. But I knew I couldn't....

Because it would ruin everything.

A/N: Eh...filler chapter. Not too pleased with it. I don't like writing with so much dialogue, unless it's really, deep, long conversations. Love writing character descriptions, though! Hope you guys aren't too dissappointed with it. I tried my best. Sorry, it's late. Im trying not to fail math, and she always gives us homework without explaining it, because we don't have time to learn the lesson. Sucks ass. Anyways...please review. I know I changed her character a little in this. Seems like she's a bit more reserved, huh? Sorry, but imagine her situation. She has no idea what to do... She's nervous. But I'm always looking for areas of improvement.

Attention:What would you like to see happen here? Anything you want her to do? I have the more serious plot outlined, but random, funny filler chapters are sketchy so far. Any ideas? I'll give you credit for them! Just PM me, or simply put it in your review. Thanks. Love you lots!

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