Okay, so I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter, but it's something, and I'm breaking 'the Doors' into two chapters. I haven't gotten everyone's POV in more than once, yet, but they are coming. I promise.

Chapter 7

-Atticus-

Mom was at work again, and I knew that she would be gone for the rest of the night. I medical staff in Manhattan never sleep, sometimes, I wondered why she chose the job, especially since I would be attending college soon which ever state I chose. I enter my end of the apartment, and pick up my copy of to Kill a Mockingbirdbut I couldn't focus on reading it.

Instead, I had thought of something else. I comparison essay on banned books. The more I thought about, the more I could compare them to the Doors. Well any banned books really, because Morrison was a poet, a rock god, the Lizard King, among many things, and controversy seemed to follow him, especially the famous Ed Sullivan incident. So yes, banned books could be compared to Morrison in my eyes.

I pulled the word document up, but sat there staring at an empty page. All of the words were in my head for the essay, but instead, I find myself looking the college websites, and the only one that seemed interesting to me was the college in Boston, and I just stared at the online application.

The human race was dyin' out

No one left to scream and shout

People walking on the moon

Smog will get you pretty soon

Everyone was hanging out

Hanging up and hanging down

Hanging in and holding fast

Hope our little world will last

Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips

Looking for a new a ship

Come on, people better climb on board

Come on, baby, now we're going home

Ship of fools, ship of fools

I want to assume it was around one thirty when I heard mom enter the apartment. I knew it wouldn't be long until she left to go to work again, so I head out to where she is, and turn on CNN. I take a deep breath, and sit down beside her.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" she asks me, showing her concern.

"Couldn't sleep," I lie to her. "Want to talk about it?" I ask her finally changing the subject, as I could see that she was fighting sleep for the few hours that she had.

"Three people died, a teenager had to get her appendix taken out, and two teenagers had babies today," she told me summing up her day. That was all I was going to get out of her, though, I did wonder if I knew anyone that she was talking about. I doubted it.

"I sent in my online application to Boston yesterday," I lie to her, as I change it onto my day. I didn't bother telling her about Amy. I didn't want her to know yet.

"I hope you the best," she tells me, and that was the last thing she had told me before she had finally decide to give into sleep. I went back and finally got to my homework that was due.

-Second Chance-

-Miley-

"Katy wait up," I call out to her, as I catch up to her in the hallway just before class. It appeared that she was still ignoring me since she had found out about mine and Ava's make out session.

"Okay, I understand, that you're still pissed off about yesterday, and I want to make it up to you," I plead with her, as a couple of students walk by, and give us their judging eyes, but I didn't care.

"You should have thought about that before you hooked up with Ava," she told me, and stormed away to her class. Instead of heading to class, as I should have done, I instead headed towards the library. I didn't normally read, but this time, something in me had wanted to, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure it out.

"Mrs. Allbury, you don't by any chance have anything about the Doors, do you?" I hear the familiar voice of Matías Rodriguez, or Matt, as we called him in class.

"What on earth for? No one listens to the Doors anymore?" Mrs. Allbury inquired, as though she seemed offended that someone would ask about a band from back when she was younger. I wouldn't blame her. I mean, I hadn't even heard of them, but I found myself walking over to where Matt was.

"So what's this about the Doors?" I question him sarcastically, as I meet his eyes for a brief moment, and then scan the library to see what was going on.

"Well, Atticus came up with the idea that we compare notes about Jim Morrison, who was the lead singer of the band, and see if we can get an assignment about him," Matías told me. I still wasn't following, but I just smile and nod, as though it was common.

"Oh here you go dear," Mrs. Allbury tells Matías, as she checks the book out, and then hands him the book. It did seem weird that this would be okay with Mrs. Smith, but then again, Atticus had seemed weird himself most of the time.

"Thank you," Matías tells Mrs. Allbury, as he gently takes the book from her, and places it in his backpack, and heads to leave the library. I then head into the empty study room so I can get some work done. Only then did I find myself looking up information about the Doors. Was it true that we could compare books that we've read to someone from a band that I had never heard of. I doubted it. Then changed my mind about looking them up.

Then a text message had come up on my cell phone from Katy. I just smiled, and then answered it, and met up with her at the tennis court, as she had told to do, since it was a few minutes before lunch, and the bell would ring shortly anyways.

When I get there, I see she had somehow managed to steal a salad from the salad bar, and a grilled cheese sandwich, which had now been cut in half, and she was sitting on the tennis court on a Varsity Jacket she had managed to get a hold of, and motioned for me to sit down beside her, so I had.

"First, I would like to say that I'm sorry for being an ass to you," she tells me happily. I think to myself how I should be the one apologizing, since I made out with the girl I was supposed to break up with.

"I know, and I was the ass first. I made out with my ex girlfriend," I tell her, and take some of the salad. "You wouldn't happen to want to go see a movie tonight?" I ask her hoping that she would say yes.

"We can do that," she tells me, and leans, and gives me a kiss, and then she gets up, and stands in front of me, and I seem confused for a moment, until she opens up her mouth, and begins to sing something.

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
I love you
Want you

Then we finish our tennis court date, and head to Ms. Smiths class together, but first we had to stop at our lockers and get our stuff.

-Second Chance-

-Hero-

"Alright glad to see everyone here today," I announce, as I look over my students. I had heard about Livvy Thompson, and I heard about Brycen, and I wasn't about to break that to my students, especially while he was in the class. If he wanted to tell them, that was his business. What I was really happy about, was what else he had told me in confidence, and then I head to the front of the class, and begin.

"I looked through your tests last night, and I am happy to say that you ladies, and gentlemen, are really starting to improve your work, and I'm excited, and the school system first told me when I started here that you guys were a zoo," I announce trying not to cry, and then as expected, Brady had showed up, and I watched as Noah looked away briefly. I thanked my step brother, and then went on about class.

"Does this mean, we get to choose what we want to read?" asked Jude. He was curious, and I liked that.

"Not exactly, though, we did have someone ask for an assignment," I announce, as I walk over to the whiteboard and write THE DOORS on it. I looked around, and saw that a few people students seemed confused about that had meant.

"What does that mean? Every books have doors," Frankie wondered after she raised her hand. I had to admit, she did have an important question. Then I figured I would explain.

"Well lets say you read Allegiant and the first thing that pops in your mind is The End," I begin, though, being as they weren't familiar with the song, I doubted that they would understand how it would work into the story. For those who had heard of it, they would see how it had fit into this example. "It could also work for Battle Royale, or the Hunger Games," I use as another example.

"How would that work. Most of us have never heard of the Doors, until a minute ago?" Riley pointed out.

"Well, I honestly, think that they have a song that fits into almost every book you've read. Thing of the banned books that are out there. Morrison, was controversial himself, and if you Google it, you will see a bunch of things. His arrests, his drug problems, his woman, and his banned songs, but above all that, he was a poet, a play write, and a UCLA dropout, and he still had it all until he was twenty seven, when he died of an apparent drug overdose in Paris, France," I told them. "Now can that add up to some books that you've heard of?" I ask, as I look at the clock, and see that class is almost over.

"How much time do we have on this assignment?" Rosalie Whittaker asks from the middle of the room. She had a good question, I hadn't even thought of that.

"A week from Friday," I announce, "Also, that will be due one week before sectionals, and speaking of that, I have chosen Miley, and Noah for the duet, after that we will need a group number," I announce, as the bell rings.

"Are we doing any rehearsals before than?" Noah asks, as he collects his books, and places them in his messenger bag, and waits for me to answer the question. I guess, I should have thought about that.

"Yes, we are," I tell him honestly, as I had thought about my time at McKinley, and remember what it had paid up for. "Tomorrow in the music room after school," I add, and then he turns and heads out the door.

-Second Chance-

-Noah-

I had heard of the Doors before, I just didn't want to admit it. Why should I? I only remember hearing about the band, because of the times I had spent at my aunts house when I was younger, I shrug it off, and head to the music room, since I figured I wouldn't have to be home for a while, and I still needed to get my stuff from Brady's car.

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

"I can see why Hero chose you to be the soloist," Brady tells me, as he enters the music room, or at least spoke up. Other than that, I wouldn't have known he was there.

"I'm not that great," I argue.

"She wouldn't have picked you otherwise," he tells me, and then smiles. He was cute when he smiled. "I should know. She's my step-sister, and I'm living on her couch illegally," he jokes, as he tries to cheer me up, honestly, him being there was enough.

"Living illegally, sounds fun," I tell him, as I pick up my backpack, and get ready to head back to the apartment.

"Nah, it's actually kind of boring, though, I have come to conclusion that Chris Pratt lives down the hall from us," Brady jokes again, only this time he followed it with a kiss, but I find myself pulling myself away from him.

"Is there something wrong?" he asks sounding confused, and looking in my eyes, and then I meet his eyes.

"No. It's just that, yesterday, I didn't mean to kiss you, it just happened," I told him honestly. It was the truth after all.

"I understand," he tells me. "Can I at least take you home? New York gets rather awkward after dark, and I would hate to hear that you ended up in the hospital. That would mean that even though, I don't attend this school, Hero would recruit me as vocalist," he tells me as we walk out together. He did have a point.

"We have rehearsals for Sectionals tomorrow after class in the music room," I tell him, as I grab my stuff I had left there last night. We both knew why I had told him, but neither one of us wanted to say it, I shut the car door, and head up the apartment.

Song credits: Ship of Fools / Hello, I Love You / People are Strange - the Doors

Coming up...a break up, a proposal, and possibly another ship.