All the Cliffhangers were sitting in class, listening to Sophie talk about World War II. History class was never one of anyone's favorites but it was required so they sat there and listened.

Shelby wasn't really paying any attention to the class. She knew everything Sophie was talking about. She knew how the United States got into the war, she knew all about the fascist dictators during that time, she knew about D-day, she knew how everything ended, and how everything started. This was nothing knew to her. Shelby didn't know how she knew about history so well since she didn't even know about her own history that well but she knew it.

"Now, who was the president that decided to drop the atomic bombs?" Sophie asked the class, spreading her arms out in front of her.

"Wasn't Roosevelt president then?" Juliet asked, obviously unsure.

"No, princess," Shelby said, finally taking part in the class. "Roosevelt was president during most of World War II but Truman took over office on April 12th."

"So?"

"The atomic bombs were dropped on August 6th and 9th," Shelby said with a 'duh' manner. "Do the math."

"Why do you always have to be so mean?" Juliet asked in a huff.

Sophie stayed quiet through the debate going on between the two girls mostly out of shock. She was surprised that Shelby knew so much about American history without a memory. Everyone was actually a little surprised by it. But the Doctor had told them the type of amnesia she had was a very rare case in which they still remembered almost everything. It was more personal things that they had difficult recalling.

"I hate to say it, Shelby, but Juliet has a point," Sophie said. "I'm impressed that you knew the answer with such detail, but you didn't need to throw it in her face like that."

"Oh, please don't lecture me because I knew something the ditz didn't know," Shelby said with an eye roll.

"Okay, first off, don't call her that! She was making an effort which is more than I could say for you the last few days of class. And you're not getting lectured because of your intelligence. You're being lectured because of how you chose to show it."

"Well, forgive me for giving the class the correct answer," Shelby said with sarcasm while sitting back in her chair.

Sophie and Shelby kept their blue eyes fixed on each other. Neither of them looked away or faltered. Shelby was giving her famous attitude to Sophie and she just wasn't buying it. Sophie had seen the real Shelby and she knew this wasn't her. It's hard to make someone believe you're a cold hearted bitch when they've seen you cry, or you've gone to them for help. Sophie needed to show Shelby that she wasn't going to put up with her attitude. It was tough love, true, but it was needed.

"The truth is, I don't care if it was the correct answer," Sophie began. "You know your history. Congratulations. But you continue to put Juliet down, and you continue to show off your attitude. I'm sick of it!"

"And what are you going to do to stop me from showing off my attitude?" Shelby asked with a chuckle. "Are you going to try and be my Mother now? Are you going to ground me or something?"

"Or something," Sophie answered with a nod. "But I'm not your Mother. I'm your counselor and your teacher. And as counselor and teacher, I could punish you for your attitude."

"Well, are you going to? Or do you prefer to just talk me to death?"

"Ya know, you pushing me isn't helping your case," Sophie said. "You're just making me more creative."

"So, dish out the punishment, already. Because spitting words back and forth is getting old fast."

"Dishes tonight, by yourself."

"Is that it?" Shelby asked with a smirk. "And here I thought with all your warning that it would be something bad."

Sophie was surprised by Shelby emotions towards being stuck on dishes that night. Or rather, her lack of emotions about being stuck on dishes that night. The girl didn't seem to care. Usually, dishes were Shelby's least favorite thing to do at Horizon. It caught Sophie off guard.

"I could add a week of shuns to that," Sophie stated.

"Then do it," Shelby retorted with a shrug. "Maybe it'll make some people finally leave me alone."

Shelby didn't say Scott's name directly or even really acknowledge him through out class at all but he knew that her 'some people' meant him. Still, she didn't look at him, she didn't talk to him, she didn't touch, she didn't do anything to make anyone think she was talking about him. Only her and Scott knew that she was addressing him with saying that. And the words hit Scott like a slap in the face.

"Here's the deal, Shelby, I know you don't have a memory so we're suppose to be going easy on you but I'm done with that. You never responded well to kindness so I don't know why any of us ever thought that would change," Sophie said while crossing her arms over her chest. "So tonight, you're going to meet me in the kitchen at 6:30 p.m. sharp. If you're late, you will get that week of shuns. You'll eat diner in back and when everyone's done, you get to have fun doing everyone's dishes."

The whole class was silent, even Shelby. Sophie was really being cold to the girl. But she had a point. They tried going easy on Shelby and it wasn't helping. If anything, it was making matters worse. Sophie was never one for going easy on the kids. She believed in tough love and, nine times out of ten, her method worked. One of the reasons it always worked so well with Shelby was because that was exactly how she worked as well. Shelby never liked to be babied or babying anyone else. If Shelby dished out attitude and coldness, then Sophie would give it right back at her. Shelby responded to her own attitude and Sophie was going to count on that. It had never let her down in the past.

Shelby didn't know it, but she was the same girl everyone had dealt with before. Sophie recognized what the girl was doing. She was also well aware of what had happened in Peter's office and why she was doing it. Sophie knew she was dealing with the same Shelby she had dealt with before. She liked it because it gave her and advantage. Sophie knew the old Shelby, but Shelby didn't know Sophie. Maybe, if all went well, Sophie could make Shelby see that, just like before, she didn't have to be so strong. She didn't need to hide behind her attitude.

"Alright, class dismissed," Sophie said and went back to her desk. "And remember, Shelby, 6:30 sharp."

"Yeah, yeah," Shelby said as everyone walked out of the room.

While walking, Scott caught up with Shelby and got her attention by grabbing her hand. He wasn't forceful or anything but it was enough to make Shelby whip around to face him. She wasn't in the mood to talk. But Scott was adamant in that moment. He wanted an explanation for what she said in class.

"What?" Shelby snapped.

"What was with that comment in class?" Scott asked.

"What comment? I said a lot of things in class. You're going to have to be a little bit more specific."

"That some people will finally leave you alone comment."

Shelby let a small laugh escape her lips. She rolled her eyes at Scott's apparent pain from the words. She had to literally bite her tongue to stop herself from saying something much crueler than her words in class. She understood that Scott cared but he wasn't comprehending the whole backing off thing she talked to him about.

"I told you I needed you to stop pushing and you still are," Shelby answered.

"I haven't asked you about what's been bugging you since you asked me to stop," Scott responded.

"Yes, you have! Although now instead of coming right out with it, you've been going for a more subtle approach. The simple, 'hey, what's up?' technique."

"Is it so wrong to ask you what's up?"

"It is when I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're hoping I'll explain everything to you when I had already made it abundantly clear that I would when I was ready."

"What is your problem?" Scott almost yelled, completely frustrated with the situation.

Scott took a deep breath to try and relax himself but it was to no avail. He was stressed about what was troubling Shelby and her not telling him a thing wasn't helping. He just wanted to make sure she was okay and all she was doing was giving him her oh-so-cold attitude.

"Just back off, Scott!" Shelby yelled.

Shelby stormed away from Scott in a huff. He didn't try going after her. It was a smart choice on his part. She couldn't be near him anymore. It killed her to lie to him but she couldn't tell him what she had read, and he wouldn't leave her alone about it. She thought that if she was cruel enough to him that he would back off in anger or pain but nothing was working. She just had to avoid him.

It was almost comforting to her that Scott cared about her so much that he wouldn't be driven away by her attitude, but it just made things harder and harder for Shelby. Deep down, she knew she still loved him. She didn't know how she had learned to love him or why but she knew she did. Shelby knew there had to have been something huge that happened between them for them to care about each other that much but she didn't know what it was.

The whole not having a memory thing was really starting to bother Shelby. And the worst part about it was: she couldn't do a damn thing about it!

All the Cliffhangers-save for Shelby-sat down at their usual table in the dining room. They started eating in silence. None of them really felt like talking. Not to mention, there was nothing to really talk about.

The high light of the say was the argument between Sophie and Shelby during history class. They were all present for that. There was no need to talk about something everyone already knew everything about. They knew Shelby's attitude, and they knew Sophie's tolerance level. They all knew the disagreement would end badly for Shelby.

"I still can't believe she was so mean in class today," Juliet said, having to make a comment.

"Who? Shelby?" Ezra asked. "She's paying for it now. Calm down."

"Besides why do you care?" David asked.

"Because I'm the one she was mean to," Juliet answered.

"Oh, please. She corrected your mistake," He stated. "You can't hate her because she's smarter than you."

"Why do you always gotta drag her down?" Auggie asked, obviously irritated.

"I wasn't saying it to drag her down. I said it because it's a fact."

"But she's mean to me," Jules exclaimed. "She's so much meaner to me than she is to any of you."

"Don't be too sure about that," Scott said with a look to show his pain.

"But her cruelness towards you just happened. She's always hated me."

"Don't flatter yourself," Daisy said. "She doesn't dislike you anymore than the rest of us."

"Yeah, this coming from her best friend," Jules said. "Of course you'd defend her."

"I'm not defending her because she's my best friend. I don't care how good of friends I am with something, I don't defend something that isn't fact based," Daisy said very matter-of-factly. "So, I'm telling you that Shelby doesn't hate you. She just has a lot on her mind."

Daisy knew Shelby probably better than anyone else at that table. The only one who came close was Scott. But he wasn't about to defend her since he had also been feeling the sting of Shelby's sharp tongue.

"Sam goes for you," Daisy said and glanced at Scott.

Scott offered the girl next to him a small smile. Deep down, he believed and understood Daisy's words, but he was finding it harder and harder to keep that belief. Maybe he was pushing her too much, but he worried about her. He couldn't force himself to stop worrying about the love of his life.

Daisy slid her hand across the table to meet Scott's. She touched him gently and their eyes met. They both had looks of sorrow on their face, but they also both completely understood how the other was feeling. Daisy had been there for Scott whole time. She was the one he cried to, and she was the one who supported him. It was clear that he needed her support again.

"Come on," Daisy said, motioning her head to the door.

Scott didn't argue. He stood up from the table and followed Daisy to the door. They were still holding hands but it was mostly because Daisy was leading the boy to where she wanted them to be.

The pair walked silently until the reached the docks. Scott hesitated before stepping onto the wood but Daisy insisted and wasn't letting go of his hand so he had no choice. He didn't want to be at the docks though. They brought back too many memories of Shelby and of times with Shelby. He had a lot of good times with her there. Then again, he had some bad ones with her there too.

"What are we doing here?" Scott asked as he let go of Daisy's hand.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" Daisy asked, not answering his question. "Think about why I might bring you here right now."

Scott gave Daisy an almost cold look. She didn't back away from his look. No one could give a glare quite like Daisy could so she was never effected by someone else's glares. They were just looks. They had an emotion behind them that usually meant the person was thinking about breaking something but it was still just a look. Daisy wasn't going to back down.

"This is where you and Shelby always go," Daisy said.

"Yeah, I know," Scott said with a 'duh' tone evident in his voice.

"So, why did I bring you here?"

"How should I know? This is your twisted mind at work here, not mine."

"Think, Scott! There's a brain in that head somewhere," Daisy said, in a tired tone despite how sincere her actions really were.

"What do you want from me!?" Scott almost yelled.

"I want you to finally realize why Shelby is treating you the way she is. I want you to think about why I brought you to the docks. I want you to understand why those two things are connected. And I want you to stop moping around because your girl friend isn't Mary sun shine right now!"

Maybe Daisy was being a little bit cold towards Scott in that moment. But that was what he needed. He needed something close to a reality smack and Daisy would have to be the one to give it to him. She cared for him as a friend and wanted to be there for him, but she was getting fed up with Scott taking everything so personal. He was being his typical self by thinking only about himself, and his own worries and problems. He needed to think from Shelby's point of view in that moment and that seemed like a foreign concept to him.

"Well, what if I can't do that?" Scott asked. "I can't force myself to not worry about Shelby. I worry about her problems and how she's treating me."

"She's not singling you out, Scott," Daisy said. "You're taking it harder than everyone else though."

"Why are we here, Daisy?"

"Because this is where you and Shelby always go."

"So what. Why is that relevant?"

Daisy took a deep breath to relax herself. If Scott didn't work with her than her plan wasn't going to work. She knew what she was trying to accomplish, but he obviously didn't. He was growing frustrated and she could understand that for she, too, was growing frustrated.

"Think of a good time you and Shelby spent here," Daisy ordered. "Think of a time where you really gained her trust here."

Scott could think of several good moments between him and Shelby at the docks. He could also think of some bad ones. There was one memory that stood out in his mind about him gaining her trust. It was after he had finally accepted her history on the streets and with Walt. They met there and talked, and it ended with them in a hug, Shelby crying in Scott's arms.

"Okay," Scott said. "Now what do you want me to do with it?"

"Think about how Shelby doesn't remember that," Daisy answered. "You know that she trusts you. You know that she told you all about her past. You know that if she had a memory this wouldn't be a problem. She doesn't!"

"So, why did you bring me here?"

"The memory you thought of about you gaining her trust, did it happen here?"

"Yeah.

"That's why. Most of your memories were here," Daisy said simply. "What you need to do is re-gain that trust. And you're not going to get that by pushing her."

Daisy had so many thoughts passing through her mind in that moment but she cast them all away. The only important thing was that Scott was finally working with her. She might be able to get him to understand after all. What neither of them realized was that Daisy was acting a lot like a counselor in that moment. She was helping Scott but it was in a somewhat unconventional way.

"Think about how Shelby's acting. She's acting exactly how she was before when she was ashamed and used her mask to hide how she felt," Daisy said.

"How do you know that?" Scott asked.

"I was the first person to truly recognize that mask before, and I'm the one to recognize it now."

The pair both sat down on a bench next to each other. Daisy looked over at Scott and realized that she was finally getting to him. He was actually listening to and comprehending everything she was saying about Shelby. Maybe her words were finally sinking in enough to the point that he would back off and let her be.

"She'll come around, Scott," Daisy said and patted the man on the knee in a comforting manner. "She'll come around just like she did before but we have to be patient. She doesn't remember that she trusts us and that we know everything there is to know about her. Once she realizes that, she'll be okay."

"I've never been a patient person, Daisy," Scott replied.

"Well, then, you'll just have to learn to be patient."

The pair shared a similar smile between them. Scott nodded, and his nod meant a million things. It meant 'thank you' it meant that he understood, and it meant that he was going to try to be patient. There was no other choice. Daisy nodded back as if to say, 'you're welcome'. Neither of them spoke though. They sat in silence and understanding.

Shelby was standing in back as more and more dishes got put into the pile. She gave a cold glare to every person to add a tray and more dishes to the pile. She hated doing dishes. She knew her punishment was going to suck but she didn't think dishes would be that bad. Shows what she knew.

Meanwhile, Sophie leaned against the wall with a cup of tea in her hands, watching the girl. Sophie kind of felt bad that Sophie was doing all the dishes by herself but that was her punishment. Shelby deserved to be punished for her attitude in class, not just her attitude towards Sophie but also for her cruelness to Juliet.

"In hell, there must be pots and pans," Shelby said as she threw the metal scrubber into the current pot she was cleaning.

"Want some help?" Sophie suggested as she pulled herself off the wall.

"Why would you help me? You're the one who stuck me on this."

"Yes, I'm the one who stuck you on this, but I figure that you'll resent me forever if I don't, at least, offer to help."

"Be my guest."

Sophie took that as a 'yes' and grabbed a pair of gloves. She put the huge, blue gloves on and went over to the sinks by Shelby. She grabbed a near by tray and started to wash it in silence. The silence was inevitable, she figured, but she couldn't help but want to talk to the young girl. There was something on her mind and she hoped to find out what it was. Maybe she could even help.

"So, why have you been giving so much attitude to everyone lately?" Sophie asked, as casual as possible.

"Please don't tell me you're going to use this time to try and get me to talk," Shelby replied, not answering the question.

"I'm not going to force you to talk but talking might help."

"Ya know what would help? If you stayed out of it."

Sophie gave an almost sad smile. She knew Shelby had a lot on her mind with what she was told in Peter's office that day but that didn't give her an excuse to be excessively mean, which is exactly what she was doing.

"Okay, look, I'm not giving you an option," Sophie stated. "Either you talk to me about it, you talk to Peter about, we work it out in group, or you're on dish duty until you do."

Shelby gave Sophie a cold glare. Who did this woman think she was? She couldn't force the girl to talk. And didn't she just say she wasn't going to force her? Shelby was growing very frustrated very quickly. She didn't want to talk about what was on her mind, or what has been bothering her. If she wanted to talk about it, she would have.

"You can't force me to talk!" Shelby almost screamed. "I may not have a memory, but I know the rules. You can't force me to tell you something I don't want to tell."

"What if you're not telling me it, though. What if it's something I already know?" Sophie asked.

"What if it is? That doesn't mean I want to talk about it!"

Sophie gave another sad smile at Shelby's attitude. She wasn't going to fight it, knowing all to well how cruel Shelby could be. But she was going to make the girl talk. Sophie knew about what had happened in Peter's office. It was bound to make anyone mad. Shelby's life wasn't an easy one.

"Does it have anything to do with what you read in your file?" Sophie asked.

"How do you know about that?" Shelby asked before she could stop herself.

"I'm your counselor, Shelby. Peter had to tell me that you knew. You're life was difficult, there's no doubt about that. You over came a lot of things, and you're a very strong woman because of those things."

Shelby kept her mouth shut and her eyes on the pot in front of her. She didn't want to talk about what she had read in her file. It was too horrible for her to read let alone talk about. Of course, Sophie knew all about what was in her file but that didn't change the fact that Shelby was ashamed of it all. She didn't do those things. At least, the girl she was without a memory didn't, but it was still that body and that person who had been through all of that and had committed all of that.

"Why doesn't he just tell the whole damn school?" Shelby asked out of anger more than anything else.

"It wouldn't have done anything," Sophie answered.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone, or at leas anyone who matters, already know about what's in your file."

"How?"

"You told them," Sophie responded with simplicity.

"I what?"

Shelby couldn't even finish what she was going to say. She was so shocked that she had actually trusted all of them enough to tell them everything she read. Telling them about Walt was one thing since she had no control over that. But what she did on the streets was something completely different. She was most ashamed of that over anything else. She didn't understand how any of them could even look at her after hearing what she did.

"They all know. Scott, Daisy, Ezra, all of them," Sophie said.

Shelby suddenly felt like a huge idiot. She was being so cruel to everyone because she didn't want them to know. She was keeping them at arms length so they wouldn't think less of her. What she didn't realize was that by doing that they thought less of her. They though highly of her before. Well, maybe not highly but they still loved her after knowing everything.

"Oh, shit," Shelby mumbled.

"What?" Sophie asked, letting the swear word slide.

"I've been strangely cruel to them because I didn't want them to find out."

"And now that you found out they already know, you feel guilty about it."

"A little, yeah."

"I think you owe them an apology," Sophie said.

"Oops," Shelby said with an innocent smile and a shrug.

Sophie smiled back to the girl in front of her. She managed to help, slightly. Shelby got herself into trouble and she got herself into that situation but Sophie was able to explain everything out and, hopefully, help.

Shelby heaved a deep sigh while she dropped the metal sponge into the water. She had a lot of explaining to do to the whole group. She screwed up and now she had to pay for it. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.

(A/N)- First off, thanks so much for the reviews from: Melms213, Snoopy22, Linkie, ScottandShelby4ever, SnowyOwl-17, nefftys, tracy, hdrox, keke1, bubbly, Mickey, AliciaClark, Ossie, rogue-angel07, Ishbugirl, 2008ccampbell, luthien telemnar, Delia, Mandy, tribaltaism, Jill, Kala, PaceyandJoey4everAndAlways, Gaia, Anna, Ghostwriter, Ashley, FrostySnake, PaceynJoey4Eva, HigherGroundfan4Ever, DracoxGinnyfirexIce, weylela, xXxMaseyIsLovexXx,and Ashley 0918. If I missed you, tell me. I'm soo happy that you're all enjoying this story.

So, I got this chapter up semi-quickly. Only about 2 weeks between updates. Go me! Anyway, I think I like this chapter. I liked the confrontation between Shelby and Sophie in class and I loved Daisy playing counselor for Scott. I don't know, this chapter was surprisingly easy to write. I think it's because I finally thought of how I want this story to end. Yes, I thought of an ending. I have no idea when it's going to be, but I know what's going to happen and that's something.

So, I'm going to get an update for ABOAP and then I'm going back to Past, Present and Future(my firefly fic). After that, I'll do all these stories all over again. Also, while on my Higher Ground kick next time, I'm hoping to finally write "A Secret Slips". Also, Debbie, please private message me or e-mail me about that story. I have a question I would like to ask you, and since the whole idea was yours, I want to stay true to what you wanted.

As always, please review!