Ok, sorry it's taken so long. I was working on my novel. Finished the first rough draft. I'm super excited. I know it sucks and needs a lot of work but I just can't believe I actually wrote a book.

So I've been having trouble with this "D". I don't know why. I rewrote it like 5 times. So here is the finished one, I dislike it greatly but I've learned to suck it up so you can move on.

Title: D: Daydream
Summary: Chuck spends an afternoon daydreaming

The summer breeze felt good on his skin as he lay on the soft grass. It had been a hot day as always in southern California but a slight breeze and picked up by afternoon as the sun began setting making the air cooler.

Chuck closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He liked days like this. Sure he loved hanging out with Morgan; he was his best friend after all. And he did like hanging out with his sister, but he felt bad after a while taking up her time.

Ever since their mother left she had given up a lot of her time that most teenaged girls would be spending dating, hanging with friends, going to parties and the like at home. She spent a lot of her time taking care of the house and finances, taking care of him. He tried very hard to make it easy on her. He helps with the chores, makes sure his homework finished. He didn't know how to cook but he would make sure she had everything she needed by going to the store.

Chuck sighed deeply and opened his eyes slightly looking at the clouds above him. She did things that their father should be doing. While he always was the busy man, spending more time at work then with his family he had become even more reclusive over the past two years since their mother left. He had a funny feeling that his father would leave them too soon and tried to prepare himself for it, though he wasn't sure what he could do to prepare. Most kids never had to worry about being abandoned.

Chuck closed his eyes tightly and held his breath counting to ten clearing his mind. He didn't like to think about that. And he defiantly didn't want it to cloud his mind now on such a beautiful afternoon. He released the tension in his eyes and let out the air he was holding breathing normally.

He let his mind drift off dreaming of things that he wants for the future, dreaming of things he knew he would never get. He dreamed of asking Karen McGuiness out on a date. He knew her answer would be a no, but he still dreamed it. He imagined he would charm her off her feet, that everything would be awkward and horrible at first until finally he is able to make her laugh and everything would fall into place. He imagined they could be good together and break all kinds of typical school stereotypes.

However he knew it wasn't to be. He was a nerd with a 4.0 GPA, taking a few college courses already, in all AP classes. Karen was popular and barely passing her classes, probably feeling as if she didn't need anything they're teaching her. She spent all her time talking about superficial things like hair, makeup, cute celebrity boys. He knew it would never work. He was beneath her but that didn't stop him from dreaming.

He also dreamed more realistic dreams. He imagined himself a young just out of college billionaire, Charles Carmichael is his name. He would be semi-retired and live on a boat. He would take care of his sister, paying her student loans off and getting her any job I the country or world that she wanted by using the connections he would have. He would take Morgan with him on the ride, and it would be fun.

"Chuck, dinner." Ellies voice carried on the wind. He looked upside down towards his house and saw her standing at the back door. "Come on dork." She shouted at him seeing she had his attention. He gave a small laugh, knowing she didn't really mean it.

He lay back down on the grass for a moment and looked at the sky, watching the clouds change shapes. He didn't realize how long he had done it till he felt Ellies shadow cover part of him. He looked over at her as she sat down next to him on the grass and looked down.

"What are you doing?" She asked him curiously.

"Nothin, just day dreaming a bit, watching the clouds." He responded to her and pointed at one. "See, that one looks like an elephant on a frog." He said. Ellie looked up at the cloud and stared at it a few moments.

"It does, that one looks like a butterfly." She pointed to the left, and he had to agree it surely did. Ellie lay down next to him and looked up at the sky better and pointed to some more clouds. They stayed there until it was too dark to see the clouds, dinner and everything else forgotten, just basking in each other's company.

Chuck would always dream it would be this way.

The End.

This one below is my previous five attempts of writing. This is as far as i've gotten with it before giving up but i thought you might like to see it anyways. It's unfinished.

Title: D: Detention
Summary: Chuck gets detention for the first time.

He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. He was actually standing in the doorway to a classroom in a wing of the school he's never been too. The wing that had the reputation of where all the bad kids go. The smokers, skippers, bullies, troublemakers, lazy students and who knew what other type were kept. It was why the detention room was in that wing, easy access in the event any of the previously mentioned type of kids actually attended.

Chuck couldn't tell who was more shocked at getting the detention slip, him or the teacher that gave it to him. He couldn't fault the teacher, knowing that they probably wouldn't have given it to him if the principal wasn't standing right there watching. Chuck had been late for class after getting a late start. He had stayed up later than normal last night quizzing Ellie for some test she had that morning and they had accidently slept in. It was a complete accident and any other reasonable person would have seen it as such and forgiven him, especially considering his track record of being an honor roll student and always on time.

However the principal seemed to have something against him. He didn't have any exact reason but it was just the impression he got at the last parent teacher conference where his sister had come. It was right after she had gotten custody of him and the principal decided to sit in on the conference, making comments about his lack of parents each time anything remotely negative might have been said or insinuated. Chuck suspected he was the one who notified Child Protection Services.

But whatever the reason Chuck was there now, still frozen in the doorframe looking into the room. It frightened him if he was honest. The chalkboards looked old; the desks had writing all over them. There was no art or notes or anything of any kind on the walls except spit wads some graffiti. The teacher who was to watch them sat back in his chair with his feet on his desk and his nose shoved in some detective book.

There were a few students there already. Some short kid wearing a leather jacket and spiked hair, a nose ring hanging long from his nose. He was shuffling cards back and forth while chewing gum loudly. There were also a couple people who were in the skater crowd that hung out in the parking lot most days. Their clothes were baggie and hair was cut in a bowl shape right above their ears. He could hear some of their conversation punctured with verbs like "no way" and "dude" every other sentence.

There were some girls there too, in tight skimpy clothes or completely black with white makeup covering their faces. He was frightened to say the least at how stereotypical these students were. And he wanted to be anywhere but in that room with that.

"What are you looking at stick?" Said the Goth girl near him that he was staring at. Her hair was pitch black and drew down her back. He was mesmerized by the shine. He mumbled an apology and quickly entered the room heading towards the teacher. He stood in front of the desk a moment before clearing his throat to be acknowledged. The teacher reading the book lowered it enough to look over it and glare.

"Uh…I was sent here by Mr. Banning." He mumbled holding out the slip. The teacher rolled his eyes and pointed to the chalkboard by the door.

"Sign your name and sit down. Don't make a noise until it's time to go. Detention lasts 45 minutes." With that he raised his book and returned to reading.

Chuck was stunned at the abruptness of the teacher, not used to being talked to as such. Most teachers were nicer to him, usually gave a smile when giving directions. He chalked it up to the mysteriousness of the school wing.

Walking back to the door, he read the board. None of the names seemed real, being it said "buttmunch marlin" and one said "does it matter? No." But being one of the good kids in the school Chuck wrote his name "Chuck Bartowski" neatly on upon it.

Taking a deep breath he turned around once more and walked to an empty desk near the window opposite the door far away from the other students and took out his math book to begin his homework. The soft rumble of the room had come to a complete stop after a few moments and the silence alarmed him so he looked up.

The teacher and the detention attendees were all staring at him as if he were and alien and for a moment he thought he had done something wrong.

"Am I not allowed to do homework?" He asked out alarmed. Nobody answered him, giving him a look of derision before turning back to their own activities. 'Great, I can't' even do detention right." He muttered to himself and turned back to the front.

The time ticked by slowly much to Chuck's annoyance. Everything he did to try to keep his mind busy and on the clock failed to make time go faster. He had finished all his homework and even started ahead for the next week and still it seemed time had stood still. The other students stuck in the room with him seemed to think the same thing as they became restless.

It started something soft plunking him on the head, causing him to turn around. The other students in the room appeared to be lost in their own activity giving no indication on who could have done it. Looking down next to his seat he saw the wadded up paper sitting there.

Deciding to ignore it he turned back around and opened the library book he was reading for a book report in English class. He began to get lost in the words as they took over his imagination and created a world inside his head. Till he was startled out of it by the feel of something wet hitting the back of his neck.

Chuck slapped his neck feeling what it could be and held in a groan at feeling a spit wad there. He didn't bother turning around this time. Being a nerd Chuck was quite used to spit wads amongst other typical nerd torments. He lowered his hand and went back to his book, attempting to continue reading.

The End - Will not be finished.

Ok. next letter "E" which I have a cute idea for so hopefully it doesnt take as long. Thank you to all who have reviewed. I love it.