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Question Time!

: Was chapter 7 the second to last chapter? Nope! Actually, as I was writing chapter 7, I got this really good idea. So I stopped writing chapter seven and wrote the last chapter xD. That's why I didn't post Sunday- too busy writing the last one.

: Have you read Fallen by Lauren Kate? No, but I've been meaning to. Is this story going to be like it? Dunno. Haven't read it :D More Fax please? Soon, hun, soon.

411: Miss me? YES!! Who's the dude lookin' for Max? Hint: You've already met the person. Does her mom have something to do with it? No. Heh, heh, funny story….. You see, I kinda just got rid of Max's mom because I didn't want to deal with Max having to sneak around her in the oncoming chapters. But maybe I will develop her character a little more. I dunno. Maybe.

'sGurl2009: Is this story like the book Evermore? Kindaish. It has a few similarities, but no, it's not just like it.

: I shall review for the Panda's sake! Pancho: Good. Now I won't have to use me ninja awesomeness skills on you! What competitions did you compete in? Choir *la la la*

Do you ever feel like you're about to burst open? It's because you don't get the answer to your questions! Ask 'em here, I'll answer 'em here!

Disclaimer: If I was J.P, I wouldn't be screaming of frustration because I don't know the ending to Fang (Dann America! Why must we get books later?! Are authors trying to say that we're slow?!)

On with detention- WAIT! I forgot the excerpt last chapter! *gasps* I'll have to post that this chapter!

Now on with detention!

MPOV

Fang entered the theater with me beside him.

"Okay students, everyone grab a script and form a line. You will-" Mrs. Bray, a thin middle-aged woman with curly black hair, paused on stage when she saw us enter. "Ah. My detention students have arrived at last. Grab a script, you two. Just because you're in detention doesn't mean you're guaranteed a spot in this production. I may have to give you the roll of a tree or rock or a type of vermin." She gestured to a stack of papers. Fang and I both grabbed one and she continued on with her speech. "As I was saying, you will line up and, one by one, go on stage to recite your lines."

Mrs. Bray stepped off the stage and took seat in the front row of the seats, clipboard in hand. One girl with glossy blonde hair skipped onto stage first. "My name is Brigid Dwyer and I'm auditioning for the part of Sandy…." The girl's voice trailed off as Fang and I walked behind the curtains to the end of the line.

Sandy… Where have I heard that name before?

I looked down at the script as we reached the end of the line. And groaned. At the top in big bold letters read

Grease

"Not Grease! My God!"

A girl with curly blonde hair, about a year younger than me, turned around. Clear big blue eyes stared at me. "I know! It's so over-played! We should do an original, like… Pride and Prejudice!"

I blinked. "I'm sorry?"

A dark-skinned girl with a very pink fashion sense turned around. "Angel, they're the detention students. They won't know what you're talking about."

The blonde one- Angel – smiled angelically. "Right. I'm sorry. Angel Janeson." She held out her hand and I took it politely.

"Max Ride. Angel's a nice name. How'd you get it?"

"My parents named me in hopes that I'd get 'the voice of an angel.' They got lucky." She laughed, the sound of bells tinkling in harmony.

The other girl held out her hand. "Nudge Sinnie. I don't know my real name. I was adopted at the age of one without a birth certificate. My name was Monique for a bit, until my parents had to keep nudging me to shut up. And then the name was born!" Nudge laughed and it was a nice sound, like caramel melting, slow and warm and deep.

"This is, uhm, Fang," I said after Fang was still emerged in silence

"That's a really cool name." We turned and saw two boys coming towards us.

"Hey, Iggy! Hey, Gazzy!" Nudge and Angel both called.

"Hey girls!" The boys called back.

"And who is this?" A strawberry-blonde boy asking, sizing me up and down. I felt Fang tense next to me.

"Iggy, you can't even see her and you're checking her out." Angel rolled her eyes.

"Just because I'm blind, it doesn't mean I can't be a real man!"

We all rolled our eyes.

"Haven't seen you around here," Gazzy commented.

"Detention," I stated.

"Ah."

The group of chatted together quietly as the line moved on. Finally, Angel was up next.

"Good luck!" We all called. As soon as she was behind the curtain, we rushed over and poked our heads out.

Angel positioned herself center-stage. "I'm Angel Janeson, and I'm auditioning for the part of Betty Rizzo."

She cleared her throat and a song started up.

"There are worse things I could do,

Than go out with a boy or two

Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy

And no good

I suppose it could be true

But there are worse things I could do

I could flirt with all the guys

Smile at them and bat my eyes

Press against them when we dance

Make them think they stand a chance

Then refuse to see it through

That's a thing I'd never do

I could stay home every night

Wait around for Mr. Right

Take cold showers every day

And throw my life away

On a dream that won't come true

I could hurt someone like me

Out of spite or jealousy

I don't steal and I don't lie

But I can feel and I can cry

A fact I'll bet you'll never knew

But to cry in front of you,

That's the worst thing I could do."

Mrs. Bray looked astonished. "Thank you so much, Angel. That was amazing. Next?"

Angel beamed as she skipped off the stage.

Nudge squealed. "That's me!" Then she went to center-stage.

"I'm Nudge Sinnie and I'm trying out for the roll of Frenchy."

"Ah, yes. Okay, Nudge. I'll let you read off some quotes since Frenchy doesn't have any solo in the musical. I'll read the other characters."

Nudge nodded and began. "How do I look?" Nudge pretended to model a style.

"Like a beautiful blonde pineapple!" Mrs. Bray gushed.

A new scene started. "Sandy, Sandy, beauty is pain." Nudge waggled a finger at Mrs. Bray, a hand on her hip.

Mrs. Bray pretends to scream.

Nudge turned back towards slightly towards the curtain and called, "Could you please get me some ice to numb her earlobes?"

Iggy replied back to Nudge, looking at his own script. "Why don't you just let the cold water run and stick her ear under the faucet?"

"Oh!" Nudge exclaimed and spun back around to Mrs. Bray.

This time, Nudge said a single line. "Men are rats, listen to me, they're fleas on rats, worse than that, they're amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they're too low for dogs even the dogs to bite. The only man a girl can depend on is a daddy." Nudge went all out with the hand movements and placing them on her hips in the exact moments.

Mrs. Bray looked pleased. "Very good, Nudge." She looked down at her chart. "Max? You're up."

I gulped and walked center-stage with a 'HELP ME!' look at Fang. He shrugged and grinned.

I rolled my eyes as I planted my feet on the red X in the middle of the stage. I looked up at Mrs. Bray. "I'm Maximum Ride," I said bluntly.

Mrs. Bray arched an eyebrow. "Okay. I understand that. But what will you be doing today, Ms. Ride?"

"Acting," I replied seriously.

Mrs. Bray let out a frustrated huff. "Just try for the roll of Sandy, Ms. Ride." I shrugged and looked down at my script.

I sang a few bars of some song called, "We go Together," and, "Hopelessly Devoted to You."

Then I read a few lines off with Fang since I refused to pretend Mrs. Bray was a man. That's just a disturbing picture I do not want in the back of my mind my whole life.

"My parents want to invite you over for tea on Saturday." I said to Fang.

He gave me a 'Bleck' look. "I don't like tea."

I laughed at his expression. "You don't have to drink tea."

"I don't like parents."

Another scene started up. From what I was reading, it sounded like I was getting really pissed at Danny Boy here.

"That's cool, baby, you know hot it is, rockin' and rollin' and what not." Fang said, acting all tough and 'what not.'

"Danny?" I said, an annoyed edge to my voice, yet slightly frightened.

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

I resisted rolling my eyes. "What's the matter with you?" I demanded.

"What's the matter with me," he jabbed his thumb into his chest, "baby, what's the matter with you?" He pointed his finger at me.

I knocked away, angry. "What happened to the Danny Zuko I met at the beach?"

"Well I don't know. Maybe there's two of us. Why don't you take out a missing person's ad? Or try the yellow pages, I don't know."

Jack ass. "You're a fake and a phony and I wish I never laid eyes on you!"

Caught up in the moment, I pulled back my hand and slapped Fang hard across the face. Mrs. Bray gasped, either from being caught up like I was, or because she thought Fang was hurt.

Fang and I both glared at each, and then stormed off the stage in separate directions.

When we came back on, Mrs. Bray was clapping. "Amazing! I really felt the connection there. You two were made to work together! Absolutely amazing!" She marked something down on her chart then called out, "Next!"

"I guess we're free to go." Grinning, we both left the theater and walked to the parking lot.

Sorry guys, can't post that excerpt. It took me a lot longer than I thought it would to type up this chapter since I had to find all this info out on Grease. So I have to catch some Z's now, but tomorrow, Ninja Promise, I'll post the excerpt.

*Shiver*