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Thanks a lot for all of the lovely reviews! I'm really glad to hear you guys like my little story (:

By the way, congratulate me, my idols saw my poem for them! I already told you guys, that their mothers replied to me, saying they liked the poem very much, well now my goal is reached completely, woo. (:

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fortheloveofchocolate : Haha, is there actually any competition like that? (; Will do and you're welcome!

DarkNight18 : Uhm, I think you misunderstood me, I never said I would put Tynka in, I said I might put it in. (; / That would be great, then maybe I won't hate Logan so much, haha. By the way, are you in any of the Shake It Up cast fanbases? Just curious. Oh, and Deucina is cool, I've never actually thought about shipping it. I don't remember what happened to their relationship at the show, though. / What do you need my help in, concretly? What is your fanfiction about? / Wow, you really hate The Richards, and I haven't even started making a connection between them and Rocky + Gunther. But bullies do deserve hate, as long as you know they do it because they want to do it...

NightWolfMoon : You really should read it sometime! I had even made my book presentation in German about it, I doubt that someone in my class likes this kind of books, though. :/ Glad to hear, that your opinion of CeCe is renewing, as new informations are revealed! (:

auslly4eva : Thanks! But what do you mean with 'what show is ending'? I only know Shake It Up is coming to an end soon (or already did?), all the episodes are shot long time ago.

Chapter XV

"Gunther," a voice called calmly.

This was the sign for him to realize the fact, that his senses were turmed on already. He found himself in the John Hughes, at least the room he was in, reminded him of one of the classrooms there; the same wall colour, the old blackboard with the words 'stupid school' written on it. His body felt a little bit numb, like it was just given to him and didn't want to take the fact, that it should do what his mind told it to, yet. He tried to move anything, but only his head followed his order and rose up. That way Gunther had more chances to see the sourceof the voice, but no person could be seen. He felt the presence of someone, though; it must be someone very self-confident, because his or her aura was taking away all the space in the room.

"Gunther!"

The voice was calm and a melody to Gunther's ears. He still couldn't see whom to answer, but gave one anyway.

"Yes?"

"Gunther," the voice repeated. He shook his head, believing, that the voice didn't really exist. "You are right, I do not exist. I am inside of you, though; I'm a part of you," the voice added, as if reading his thoughts.

He rose his eyebrows in confusion, as he realized, that the voice couldn't be called male or female for sure; It didn't have any gender, volume or timbre classification, it was similar to a through-looking object, that didn't have any colour and whose shape was barely seen. It was true, the voice was insideof him.

"May I help you?" Gunther asked; he had wanted to say 'What do you want', but that would had sounded too rude.

"No, Gunther, I am here to help you," the voice replied. "Tell me about your problems. Is there any decision you can't meet or anything you need help in?"

What could a voice, that was inside of him and perhaps didn't even belong to an actual person because of its abnormal neutrality, do for him? But, on the other side, if this all wasn't even real, what could be so bad on explaining his problems to someone, who didn't even exist? Nothing, he thought and decided to answer.

"Well, my main problem right now is, that I have to help Rocky. Rocky is my... my friend and she is accused in being a murderer, who she isn't. I'm searching for the real criminal, so Rocky can live normally again. I don't have real clues, though; I only know something about a bully group in the school we used to go to, I'm not even sure, if they can have something to do with her, but that's all I know right now," he made a little pause, in case the voice wanted to say anything. "I would do anything to help her, if I knew, how, but I don't even know, what to do with this bully group information. It's like I'm drowning, but can't try to rescue myself, because my body has gone numb; it's such a terrible feeling."

As half a minute passed and the voice still hadn't replied, Gunther sighed. How stupid was he actually for believing, a voice that had come out of the middle nowhere, could help him? But then the realization hit him; he hadn't said any word out loud, had only spoken in his thoughts. Maybe that was the reason for the silence from the police's side? Just as he had opened his mouth to repeat all over again, he was proved wrong, though.

"Life can be portrayed differently. Some will say, it's like a game, some will say, it's a puzzle, either way, there are some things that can and can't be changed about it. I use to say, that life is similar to a river - it takes the same way to flow every day, but with enough faith this way can be changed. It isn't easy, though. If you give your best, you can achieve everything. Keep your eyes, ears and soul open and they will help you. Be everywhere and anywhere - theory, as in knowledge, is the first step to practice. I wish you the best of luck."

As the voice stopped speaking, something obviously changed. The feeling, that Gunther had as the voice was here, right inside of him, disappeared and made him feel lonely and upset, similar to what he had felt, when he learned about the death of his parents, but with less of this bitter-sad taste, more like a part of him had been torn away and he was left empty without this one important piece. He suddenly realized, how cold it was and that his arms were covered with goosebumps.

He let a short scream out, just to make sure, that the voice really was gone and it was, because he didn't get any reply, even if he wished for one so much.

It was time to leave.

"Gunther, are you sleeping? Gunther?" Rocky asked, desperately trying to get an answer. She woke up a few minutes ago because of a scream she had heard, that she supposed Gunther made. She wondered, if he had a nightmare or something like this, that must had made him scream so loudly. She was more worried than ever, sitting on the ground next to the sleeping Gunther, her fingertips touching his; she didn't dare to take his hand, in case he would wake up. A calm expression took over his features, making her calm down, as well; she couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he slept.

For a moment, she thought about The Richards. Could it really be, that some, to her unknown, bully group had sabotaged her life? She didn't even know, who exactly the members were, but Gunther might know and as much as she didn't want to wake him up, impatience was eating Rocky up from inside.

She didn't need to wake him up, anyway, because he already had opened his eyes, blinking a few times to make his sight clear. Rocky was the first thing he saw, her hair messy and her chocolate brown eyes looking straight at him.

"Good morning, Gunther," she said and stood up, hoping he wouldn't think she was sitting next to him so close.

"Morning, Rocky," he replied, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Eleven a.m."

"Alright. Do you think you have something to hide our faces or make them seem like foreign ones?" Gunther asked, getting up.

"Maybe, why?"

"We are going to school."

"But we would be too late!"

"Doesn't matter. We aren't going to the classes, anyways. Just dress up and give me a pair of glasses or something, I have to get something from my apartment."

"So, what's the plan?" Rocky asked, as her and Gunther arrived at school.

"Easy. When the classes are going to be over, we will walk around and ask people about The Richards, or about you. Just don't give them any hints to why do you want to know that. Good luck!" Gunther explained and went to the cafeteria.

Rocky entered the school and looked around. She didn't remember where and what was located, since the last time she had been there was forever ago. She just walked around the school, waiting for the current class to end. After a few minutes it did and the hall became crowds in a matter of seconds. Rocky pulled her fake blonde curls to the side and spotted Miguel, a guy from the nerd-club. He probably knew something about The Richards, Rocky thought and walked up to him. Miguel had short black spicy hair, similar to Deuce's, but not gelled as much as Deuce did gel his hair.

"Excuse me?" Rocky said, trying to change her voice, in case he would recognize her.

Miguel turned around from his locker: "Hello there! How can I help you?"

He spoke with a tiny accent, not as easy to hear out as Gunther and Tinka, more like the way he talked was different.

"Um, hey. I am working on a, uh, project, could I ask you a few questions?"

"Sure, what is your project about?"

Rocky cursed in her thoughts. "About the relationships between pupils in different schools. I heard a lot of rumours about this one and I need someone who can sort out the right ones, being an insider."

"Alright," Miguel replied and leaned against his locker.

"Fine, the first rumour: there are clubs that have like two or three members and people fight over closing or letting them be," Rocky said, scratching her nose.

"Never heard of that. We don't have that much clubs, the most pupils like to spend their free time hanging out with each other outside. We have a Maths club and a cheerleader team, though."

"Great. The second rumour: people from different grades don't get along well." That was true, Rocky knew.

"Yes, that's right. Mostly pupils who get out of school this or next year are very unfriendly to the ones that just had come here. I would even say, there are many bullying cases."

"Tell me more about that."

"Well, I'm not sure, but I have heard there's a bully group, containing of popular pupils who want to control the school. My friend Martin... never mind, that's only a rumour and there's no proof such a group actually exists."

"What is about Martin you wanted to tell me?"

"Nothing, now what is the next rumour?"

"That something happened to your friend Martin!"

"Nothing happened to my friend Martin, now sorry, but I have to get to Maths in time," Miguel said and walked away.

It seemed like Rocky wouldn't have any success, but then she got an idea.

But for this she needed to find Gunther.