March 18 of 2013. Monday. The chipmunks were preparing for their first class after Britt's accident. Normal day. They eat breakfast. Dave gave them their lunch for school and some money for breaks. They get into the car and go.
In the other side of the city, a young man also was preparing himself for his day. He took his guitar, an Epiphone Speciali II. Also, he pack some things in his bag. The usual teacher's things: a notebook, a pen, and his phone. He dress up whit a T-shirt of Blink (his favorite one) and a jean. Yes, it was Nick, preparing for his very first day as a teacher. A music teacher.

The kids arrive to the school. Nothing weird up to there. Just six chipmunks between hundreds of teenagers. They start talking about stupid things, like what class they have first, if the canteen have coke to buy and stuff like that.

The bell rang. It was time of class for the chipmunks. They enter, and sat in their normal places. El with Theo, Jean with Simon and, of course, Britt with Alvin.
Meanwhile, Nick just had arrive to school, and go to the teachers room. He just got one class that day: after lunch, with the chipmunks' class.

"This is so boring..." Alvin said to Brittany, in the middle of science class.
"Yeah, I know..." Britt replied.
"You two, shut up, Mrs. Johnson gonna kick you two out!" Simon said, worried.
"Easy Si, you just do what you want, and we gonna talk, nobody is gone to be hurt or something!" Alvin replied to his brother.
"Fine!" Simon said. "But them don't said that I never warn you!"
"Fine, fine..." Britt said.
Simon turn back and pay attention to the class, Alvin and Britt keep talking:
"As I was saying... This is so boring!" Alvin said.
"I can't wait until Friday! They are saying that Yanira is doing a party this weekend!"
"Yanira? The one of 2nd course?"
"Yeah!"
"But... They have 2 years more than us!"
"And? What's the matter!?"
"Al, I know that you like to party, but they are bigger than us, is like... They don't like us, and we respect them!" Britt finally said.
"What are you talking about?"
"Remember what they do to Simon..."
"Wha... Uh, yeah..." Alvin said. "Poor Si..."
"Thank you..." Simon said, murmuring, almost impossible to heard.
Alvin and Brittany giggled. The teacher turn back. They pretend to be paying attention to the class. Mrs. Johnson again turn.
"Let's talk again in break, it is less... Danger." Alvin said.
"Yeah, you're right Al, for the fist time, you're right."
Both laughed.