It mighta been about 3 am when Mitch heard Jerrie growling at the moon. (Yea, monkeys growl). "Jerrie, quit. You're never awake atdis time." Jerrie didn't stop. Infact, he got louder when Mitch ignored him. Mitch popped opened her eyes. "Mungojerrie, wat in the seven seas r u doing? You-" She stopped. Out of the tinted window was a pale purple light that gleamed thru and poured across Mitch's face. "Um..." She tried to get up to go to the window but she seemed very heavy." But when she was up, the light stopped moving. She stopped moving, too. Then the light swung by her face, which knocked her down on the bed, and zoomed away. Mitch was in a deep sleep. Mitch awoke at 10...on Wednesday. She woke up with a jolt and saw the clock. Thinking it wasn't right, she checked the downstairs clock. Once downstairs, she noticed that all the clocks said the same thing. "Oh joy." She made sum toast w/ butter and jelly, and went over to Tori. He was sleeping harder than Mitch was but then again, that's wat happens when yer drunk. On the way out, as she finished putting on shoes, she tossed the emptyed wallet that she got lunch money from (which, by the way, was barely 3 dollars), and threw it back on him. He awaoke, also, which a jolt. (Runs in the family). "Whatthe...Boy, you don't just take the money we live on for a day's lunch!" On her way out, Mitch shouted back "3 dollars? You see, that's why this is my house. I pay for 97% of the mortgage. Any broken rules and I might as well kick you out such as throwing empty bottles at people, savvy?" (yes, she loves Jack, dos!) She slammed the door behind her to drain out all the incoming insults. *He's really asking for it.* Once in school, she got the same old lecture, from teachers and from students. "You are going to get into sooo much trouble if you keep arriving late and-and leaving early" said Vanessa, Mitch's only real friend. Vanessa ws always a sort of follower who watched from the sidelines and agreed with watever was said by a so-called 'higher authority' which, to her, was Mitch. "Vane, I really don't know why you care so much. I already have jobs." "Oh rite, let's see, a frozen meat storer at a grocery store, a paint seller at Home Depot, a part-time mechanic-" "Yes yes, but I'm pulling off well withit. The house is still being paid and-" "MS. BOSWORTH." Mitch looked up to see a purple plum about 2500x it's normal size. "Uh, really I prefer Mrs. you see, My husband, Johnny Depp is quite a politic and he can easily influence any critic, such as yerself, into letting me be excused to my next clas-" "THIS WAY MS. BOSWORTH." "Oi." So there was Mitch, following the giant plum called Ms. Baxter to the prison cell,...excuse me, I sneezed,... the princapal's office. "Ya know, Ms. Baxter, I've been wondering. You have also not bared the life of a married woman. And I was just wonderi-" "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." They had arrived at there destination. Ms. Baxter knocked heavy 3x on the door baring the sign 'Mr. Bowser-Callerd High Principal'. "Come in" came a voice from behind the door. Ms. Baxter opened the door and stepped politely to the side to let Mitch. in. Mitch just ...stood there, giving Baxter a funny look saying 'you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me' but, as usual, the plum gave an annoyed face blew small breathes on her. Mitch stepped in. The principal was half the size of Ms. Baxter and somewhat nicely groomed. *Interesting* Ms. Baxter waddled to the side of Mitch, giving this star-light stare at Mr. Bowser, who asked Baxter to plaese sit down with a tender voice. "O, thank you, good sir." Mitch rolled her eyes. "Good sir?" Baxter shot a look at Mitch, and sat down to cross one leg over theother high one, revealing fatty skin. Mitch looked away and coughed very loudly and choked half-way thru. Mr. Boswer turned to look at Mitch and gave a funny look at her pants. Mitch looked down. She closed her eyes, then looked back up at him in disgust. He had noticed the fact that Mitch, unlike Baxter, had not crossed her legs. "Continue Mr. Bowser." He looked up. " Yes, um. Your name dear?" "Mitch." "Well, a highly unnecessary naem for such a sweet gurl, no?" No answer. "Very well. I shall look for your name." he flipped thru some pages and spoke out loud. "Bosworth, Crio-" "MITCH...please." He looked up. Mitch gave a funny smile. "Very well Ms...Mitch." Mitch nodded. "You seem to be arriving late & to be leaving at an earlier time then the other students." Mitch cracked her neck, which made Baxter and Boswer give a surprised disgusted look. "Will you explain yourself?" She looked at him. " I left school, a frozen meat storer at a grocery store, a paint seller at Home Depot, fixed 19 cars engines, came home, paid the daily mortgage bill, and tried to get sum sleep. But obviously there is not time to sleep when I have school again a couple of hours after I take care of keeping a roof of Tori, my cat, and my head" She watched his expression. "s." she finished. He cleared his throat, looked at the papers with Mitch's face printed on them, and said " I will let you go easy if you promise you will try to stay on task." "Anything, just as long as I may leave before Ms. Baxter's skirt comes up ant higher. Thank you." And she left Ms. Baxter blowing hot air on her again. At lunch, Vanessa was waiting. "So, how did it go?" Mitch sat down. "Aw, sameo, sameo." And she had barely bitten a fry when the argument from a few tables down had turned into a food fight. "Well this just makes my day alot better, ay?" She and Vanessa ducked to table-height and ran for the back door of the lunch room. Vanessa grabbed Mitch. "Wait! We can't leave school!" "Vanessa, it's either leave this school now or have the teachers on peroal." ( Can't spell.) She thought about it. "Fine." Then she followed Mitch to the door but before Mitch could grab the doorknob, she fell thru the door."