Here are the chapters as promised! Don't have much time so I'll get right to it. Thank so much for the reviews, I'll answer them next post. :)

Monday, Monday, Monday. It was horrible Monday again. The 17th of November - eight days 'til the ball.

One thing that hadn't changed coming to this country was Mondays. They are, in both England and America, drudgery. The worst day of the week, in my opinion.

And little did I know, this Monday was going to be one of the worst Mondays I'd ever experienced.

At this point in the story, you know that ever since I'd stepped off that plane, I'd lived a shock-a-minute lifestyle. But I guess it simply wasn't quite crazy enough that:

- I'd been selected out of thousands to go to the UK because of some stinking essay

- I attended the same school as Daphne's evil stepsister and, at one point, her grandmother

- A viscount was in love with me, and I loved him back

- A hideous rodent man knew that the man he worked for had a child with an 'old flame', and was therefore out to get me

- I was suspected of being that child by everyone in the Dashwood household, with the exception of Glynnis and Clarissa, who are totally clueless but still hate me profusely

- My mother and father met here, of all places, and raised me here for four years

- I, not Daphne, could choose to be an English citizen at the drop of a hat (talk about irony)

- Mom now knew the whole story, and then some. Which actually was more of a relief than a shock, to be honest.

Nope. Not crazy enough. And soon, you'll find out why.

But let me tell you how my Monday actually began. Luke had decided to take me to school that day, rather than Emma, and we'd stood outside of Jasperstone for a while, talking. We ignored a few cameras flashing - thankfully, they were getting fewer all the time - as we talked.

And Luke suddenly said:

"Meghan, what's going to happen?"

I looked at him strangely. Mainly because it was usually me that was worried about what was going to happen. And I was usually asking him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's going to happen to us, when...when you have to go back to the States?"

I'm not going to sit here and tell you that the thought had never crossed my mind, about how we would be able to keep a relationship with such a long distance for so long. Especially when there was really no telling when I would ever return to England...if I returned at all.

"I'm...not really sure, Luke."

"I'm sorry to be asking you this - after all, you've still got a couple of months. And I hope this isn't scaring you, but...do you actually have intentions of keeping up this...relationship, if you will, after you leave?"

I looked up at him.

"I couldn't imagine anything else, Luke. I'm in love with you."

"I feel the same, Meghan. But this issue has to be addressed at some point. Because...I'm afraid I'll lose you. There are plenty of men to choose from, in the US."

He didn't want them to, he'd said so himself. But his words were scaring me. I just wanted to throw my arms around him.

So I did.

"I don't want anyone but you." I said into his shoulder.

Meghan was eating her gourmet meal at lunch hour on Monday when she was startled to hear a loud THUMP! .

She looked up to see the face of none other than Ayaka, the exchange student from Hong Kong, smiling sweetly across from her at her lonely fountainside lunch table.

"Uh...hi." Meghan stammered, a little confused.

Ayaka only nodded, still smiling, and commenced to eating her food. Meghan glanced over at the table from which she had been banished, only to catch three girls staring at her and Ayaka's direction, before they quickly turned away. A fourth girl sat at the table, quietly eating her food and paying no attention to the fact that the group had lost another member.

Seeing this, Meghan turned away herself, and went back to eating. At least now she had some company. Every day, when she sat at that table, she mulled over things - one of those things being whether or not she should feel guilty or at fault for causing any trouble in Faye's clique. But that thought didn't receive much of her time, however, because she had far more and far bigger things to worry about.

Every few days or so, Clarissa liked to waltz over to one of the tables and pick on whoever was sitting there. It was sort of a hobby of hers. Sometimes she went over to Faye's table, and shot a few lame jokes that only she thought were funny.

But more often than not, Clarissa's table of choice was Meghan's. Being that she was alone, Meghan was much more vulnerable - at least in Clarissa's mind. She'd saunter up to her along with her brood of mad, cackling chickens, and jab her in any way possible.

Once, she'd approached the table with this dilemma:

"Oh, thank goodness you're here, Reynolds. I've been having the most dreadful time trying to figure something out, but since you're American, I'm quite confident you'll know. Tell me - what's the most disgusting food on Earth?"

Meghan had stared at her for a few seconds, amused at the sheer ridiculousness of Clarissa's newest material.

"Well, I'd say it would probably be a toss-up between Twinkies and pork rinds, but I don't know for sure. I mean, fruit cake is right up there, too."

Clarissa, who was much too dense to think of a decent response to that, muttered simply, "You would know." before turning to stalk off.

There were many instances like this, and in reality, they actually tended to put some spice in Meghan's day, which she enjoyed. Shooting down Clarissa's remarks was nothing short of empowering, and that benefited no one more than Meghan herself.

Though it benefited Daphne a little as well. She just didn't know it.

In any case, today, the blonde witch came out of the kitchen with her tray and her loyal followers, and looked to be headed straight for Faye.

It was the perfect time for Meghan to use the restroom.

"Will you watch my tray for me?" Meghan politely asked Ayaka.

The girl looked up from her tray.

"My tray?" Meghan asked again, trying to be as clear as possible. "And my bag?"

At this, Ayaka immediately grinned and nodded vigorously. Good enough.

Just as Meghan entered the restrooms, Clarissa began her warm-up.

"Nice day we're having, isn't it, Windbag?"

Faye, of course, went right on eating. But someone else decided to speak up.

"Shove off, Clarissa." Emily barked.

"Ah, the replacement drama queen makes a comeback. This deserves applause. Everyone?"

Clarissa's brood lightly tapped their hands together in unison.

"Stop." Emily said, raising her voice a bit more. "Just go away."

"Leave, Clarissa." Samantha chimed in.

"Hmm, perhaps I should. Fraysie's already been through quite a lot, what with the rat incident and all." Clarissa mused. "And you'd think that after accomplishing that, I'd be satisfied. But as it turns out, I'm not."

Faye put down her fork, and slowly raised her head, still looking away from Clarissa. Her eyes, dull and bloodshot, had attained a sort of blank stare - but Emily, Samantha, and Bridget could easily see the mania that was quickly developing behind that stare, due to the words that her adversary had just uttered.

The depressed blonde had been awakened from her dreary existence, if only for awhile, to very gradually turn to face Clarissa. Even the witch herself was momentarily taken aback by the mangled, thrashed, miserably empty look on Faye's face.

"You..." Faye squeaked, in a barely audible tone. "You did this?"

"Did what?" Clarissa asked, teasingly innocent.

"My father's restaurant. The...the rats. It was you?"

The grin that already sat on Clarissa's face morphed into that of a more twisted, evil grin than ever before.

"Oh, that. Why, yes...yes, I believe it was. Don't worry, you can thank me later. That is, for shutting down that dump of an eating establishment and clearing away yet another disgrace to English cuisine."

Faye was quiet. For what seemed like forever, she stared at Clarissa with that same pained, barren look in her eyes. Then, she bent her head, and for a few seconds, she stared at the ground.

Her head stayed bent as she slowly began to rise from her seat. Everyone watched as Faye's trembling hands slowly balled into shaky fists. No one said a word. She stepped forward.

Clarissa seemed amused.

"My, this is quite interesting." she said.

Still, Faye was silent. Her book bag fell to the ground behind her with a thud - she didn't give it an ounce of notice. No other sound could be heard, because the entire courtyard's attention was focused on Faye and Clarissa.

"I can't..." Faye murmured. "I can't...I can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!"

Her head snapped up, eyes fixed directly onto Clarissa and boiling over with fury. With rigid, determined steps, Faye quickly came forward until she was directly in front of her.

"You kick and you kick and you KICK, and you never get enough. You continue to suck the life out of everyone around you until they bow down and beg for mercy. You will do anything in your power to have attention, to get what you want. And you have the AUDACITY to come here and act like what you did to me was insignificant! But I've had enough."

Clarissa still stood where she was as Faye approached, but her grin had vanished and her eyes were narrowed, slightly curious but on the verge of indifference.

"You've destroyed my life. You've destroyed my family's lives. And now..." Faye snarled into Clarissa's face, "I'm going to destroy YOUR life."

In the course of a second, Faye had latched her eyes on Meghan's book bag, sitting on the table where Ayaka was sitting a short distance away. Within five more seconds, the bag was in her hands. And within ten more, she'd turned back toward Clarissa, dropping the bag on the ground behind her and holding something else above her head.

"Do you see this?" she asked Clarissa. "Do you see it?! This, THIS is your downfall!"

At that, Clarissa's grin returned. She gave a small chuckle with the rest of the group.

"And what might that be?" Clarissa mused once more. "Your eviction notice?"

"No." Faye answered, with a manic look on her face. "Yours."