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Chapter Two: Failure To Vaticinate

A/N: I don't really know what to put here . lol. This chapter is in London's POV again. I'm really sorry that the previous chapter was so short, and hopefully this one'll be better (and longer). You're all probably wondering when the whole 'Cody' thing happens, but that won't come until later.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Suite Life characters.

Chapter Summary: London sees a horrible sight and realizes she needs a break from school.

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London's POV

God, my feet hurt.

Well, I suppose they should hurt. I'd been walking around this damn school all day. From class to class, the day seemed to just be droning on. I had already taken my big exam, so the rest of the day had been uneventful. I'd gotten seperated from Maddie and the rest of my friends in a bustling crowd, earlier. Oh well, I guess I'll catch up with them later.

My style had changed, along with everything else over the years. I was no longer a fashionista, not by a long shot. I was now someone who refused to follow the crowd. I don't care what the hell other people think. I'll wear what I want, without worrying about everyone else's judgement. Today, for example, I was all about colors. I had on a black miniskirt and a longsleeved shirt with many colors. Blue, pink, green, purple, orange, yellow, red and black. Not to mention the bright red streaks in my otherwise jet-black long hair.

My personality had made the biggest transition. I am so laidback now. Maddie accuses me of being sad all the time, even though I deny it. But maybe she's right. Maybe just a little... But what was everyone expecting? My father is dead and my life is hell for the most part. But she couldn't deny that she was also sad. Since her brother had died in a car accident, she'd also changed. I can't remember the last time I even saw her smile. Everything had changed quickly and without warning. And one thing about me has never changed. I am not a person who deals very well with change.

I sighed as my books seemed to be getting even heavier and heavier. I struggled to keep going, but my fatigue caught up with me.

"I need to exercise more," I told myself. I plopped down on a nearby bench, startling a young couple who was sitting there prior to me. I recognized them as the football team quarterback and the head cheerleader. I knew from experience that they were not very nice people. They stared at me like I was crazy.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I asked them, not in the mood to deal with them. When they gave me a threatening look, I acted like I was gonna pounce on them. The girl got up hastily, muttering something.

"Crazy bitch," I heard her say, stomping off with her boyfriend in tow. I laughed really loudly as she walked away. Just then, someone plopped down beside me. I looked over to see that it was Maddie, her blonde hair up in multiple braids on top of her head. She was panting as if she'd just been chased.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," she said, dropping her backpack on the groud.

"Well, you found me," I told her, not being sarcastic. She nodded, and reached into her backpack for her inhaler. She'd had asthma for as long as I have known her.

"We'd better get to Peterman's Phsycology class. All the good seats in the back will be taken," she told me. She wasn't being sarcastic either. Mr. Peterman bored everyone to death. At least in the back, he wouldn't be able to tell when Maddie and I fall asleep. I nodded and got up to follow her.

It was pretty much a normal day. Until another second passed, anyway. At first, I thought someone had had a car accident. But I was dead wrong. I looked on at the scene unfolding in front of me.

A mere foot from where I was standing, a girl lay, deeply unconcious, embedded in the hood and windshield of a car. I watched in horror as hundreds of papers fluttered soundlessly around Maddie and I. I finally realized that the crash I'd heard was the sound of this girl jumping off of the dorm roof and landing roughly on the car...

I inched closer to the car, unaware of what to do. I shuddered as bright red blood gushed from a deep gash in her forehead and pooled into the extensive cracks in the glass windshield. I could hear Maddie screaming from behind me, but all I could focus on was how the sunlight gathered in the cracks of the windshield, creating a glinting effect. That was the last thing I remember seeing before I, myself, hit something hard...the ground.

My head is pounding

Yes. Yes it was. Luckily, I didn't feel too much discomfort as I slid slowly back into consciousness. I noticed that the outer corners of my eyes were a bit damp, and they burned like hell. I must have been crying, which didn't mix well with my mascara. I heard a gasp from beside me, as I opened my eyes.

"She's waking up," I heard someone say. I knew the voice as the school nurse, Mrs. Lovitt. My speculation was confirmed, as my squinted eyes fell upon her. I saw Maddie standing next to her, also in tears. She was obviously quite shaken from the dramatic scene we'd witnessed earlier.

"Are you alright? You hit the ground pretty hard," Maddie said, in a small cracking voice.

"Yeah. How long was I out?" I asked, struggling to sit up.

"About three hours," Maddie said, taking a gander at her watch.

"Perhaps you should see the counsellor? What you saw was quite...disturbing to say the least," Mrs. Lovitt recommended, fiddling with a file folder. I ignored her comment, though.

"Who was that girl?" I asked Maddie, expecting her to know.

"I think it was that new girl. I think Cheyenne was her name," Maddie told me, slouching back in a chair, her head in her hands.

"Well, if you're not going to see the counsellor, and I know you probably won't, at least take a break from school. I can write you an excuse," the nurse offered. I pondered this for a moment. I suddenly came up with an idea.

"Um, maybe. Maddie, I have an idea," I said, finally sitting up all the way.

"I'm listening," Maddie replied.

"Well, you haven't seen your family in, like, a year. I haven't seen Moseby either. And we haven't seen Carey, Zack or Cody. Maybe we could take a week off. Maybe head back to Boston and see everyone," I suggested. An instant small smile appeared on her face. Her face was down slightly, but I could tell she liked the idea.

"I would really like that," she said. Were there...tears in her eyes? Definitely.

Guess it's time to pack...

A/N: Yeahhhh, that probably sucked majorly. I'm not that good with writing fics where people die...I tried to be as descriptive as possible. Well, thanks for reading!