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Table of Contents
All Girls Love Shane
Drama Queens
Back To Covington
Paris Awakens
Zen And The Art Of Learning
Conclusions
All Girls Love Shane
Time Saturday night after
Place Groovy Smoothy
People Quinn Pensky, Melanie Puckett 32, T-Bo, various customers (background), Samantha Pucket (later), Carly Shay (later), Shane Diamond 33 (later), Fredward Benson (later)
Quinn was back in Seattle.
Her school was named 34.
She did not have to live on the campus, though. She had obtained her driver's license a year ago, and now she had also been awarded with a car.
It was not a really new one, but it worked pretty well.
That was enough in order to take Quinn safe from home to her school and back, and to sneak across the downtown of Seattle.
Tonight, Quinn visited a bar for kids named Groovy Smoothie.
This was the most popular meeting points for the kids from the west side of Seattle.
Quinn was not the only pupil that had been drafted from Pacific Coast Academy for Briarwood Prep.
Melanie Puckett had shared the same goal. She was a cousin of Trisha Kirby 35, Dustin's obnoxious ex-girlfriend.
Melanie's mother was in need of various surgical operations, such as plastic corrections 36 and eye lasering 37.
Quinn had already practice some of these activities 38 on her fellow pupils, especially ex-boyfriend Mark del Figgalo. For that avail she was ready to take care of Old Mrs. Puckett's surgical needs for a very low price.
It was partly for talking about these in detail that Quinn and Melanie had met in Smoothie Groovie.
There was a new waiter called T-Bo.
Quinn figured that the guy was somewhat creepy.
T-Bo sold pickled cucumbers attached to some long, wooden stick.
He tried to sell some to Quinn.
Quinn started talking about the chemical processes involved in pickling.
Her talk was eerie.
T-Bo shivered with disgust. He decided to never bother any guest anymore with any stuff they didn't order.
Melanie giggled mercilessly.
Quinn ordered a raspberry smoothie. "With whipped cream! And chocolate smithereens, if you've got those!"
Melanie grinned. "Blueberry with ice cubes!"
The girls waited for their smoothies.
Suddenly, a boy and a girl entered the pub.
Melanie fainted. "That's Carly, my twin sister's best friend." She hid behind Quinn.
Quinn choked. "That Carly? As in iCarly?"
Carly Shay was the host of a web show.
Said show, iCarly, was very popular among kids all along the west coast.
It had also been watched at the Pacific Coast Academy.
Especially Dustin was a total fan of the show.
Quinn had only watched it once or twice because of Melanie's recommendation in the girls' lounge.
Melanie nodded. "She hosts the show together with my twin Samantha."
Swooning Carly did not notice Melanie. "Aw Shane," remarked she hypocritically, "nothing makes a boy hotter than the technology club."
Melanie remarked that Carly had no clue about technology. "That's why their friend Freddie is in charge with the technical production. But both Sam and Carly call him a dweeb or nerd or so... although Freddie is too sociable for being a nerd. Well, Carly and Samn have probably some sort of bet running for which they have to seduce Shane. I don't kow the details. It's really mean if girls use a boy like that, don't you think so?"
Quinn knew about being discriminated for her hobbies. She also understood Melanie's intention of criticising Samantha's and Carly's hypocrisy. "That's so disgusting! Poor Shane!" She wanted to expose Carly's hypocrisy.
Melanie giggled. She hid under the table.
Quinn stepped up to Shane and Carly. "Sorry, I've heard you talking about technology. What is your specialisation?"
"Electrotechnology," replied Shane in a dry manner.
"The one where..." stammered carly ... "that makes things..." She fainted.
Quinn grinned. "Aw, I love electromagneticism."
"Love it tooo..." coughed Carly, "I read several books about it."
"So you know Maxwell's equations," pondered Quinn.
Shane nodded. "Sure." He recalled a few formulae.
"I know it," replied Carly, "these are the ones with an equality sign between two things! I love equality signs, they are so parallel..."
Shane giggled. "You do need tutoring in science!"
Quinn shrugged. "She sure does."
Carly smiled.
Her plan had been that of getting Shane to tutor her in science in her apartment, and then feigning a power failure, tricking him into a candle light session.
Shane shrugged. "I'm running a bit out of time. Couldn't you tutor Carly instead, you...?" Shane looked at Quinn.
Quinn introduced herself. "Quinndelyn Pensky... you may call me Quinn. Yes, I'm quite good at tutoring pupils in science."
Carly choked and coughed.
Actually, it was close to impossible to follow Quinn's attempts of tutoring you in science unless you were a science geek on your own right. 39
Shane smiled. "OK, Carly, meet your tutor Quinn."
Carly went pale like a frozen polar bear.
Shane announced, "I need to repair Samantha's cellular phone tonight."
Melanie coughed. She thought of it as a mean trick by Sam to get dangerously close to Shane. She had a plan.:
Lock Sam away and feign to be her!
This would allow Melanie to cure Shane from Sam and force hoim to see clearly.
Melanie cackled with excessive glee.
The door of Groovy Smoothie was flung open.
Freddie Benson walked in.
Quinn wondered which guy walked in straight and looked jealous upon seeing Carly next to Shane. Fredward Benson?
Melanie had a sudden idea.
She appeared from underneath the table. "Hi Freddie!"
Fredward Benson did not even know about the existence of a monocygotic twin for Freddie. He was upset. "What are you doing there? You are supposed to date Shane, not watching Carly smooch him into oblivion..."
Quinn figured that Melanie was up to something to remain better hidden from Carly. She whistled her favourite tune, distracting Carly.
Melanie grabbed Freddie and dragged him into the opposite corner.
Freddie tried to protest.
Melanie moaned, "hey Freddie, I'm deperate. I need my cellular phone repaired!"
Freddie groaned. "You would never ask me!"
Melanie sighed. "I'm just desperate..."
Freddie shrugged. "OK, where is it?"
Melanie choked. "At home... come over tonight at 9 p.m."
Freddie sighed deeply.
Melanie now just needed to catch Shane on his way to Sam's apartment. Maybe he was a good kisser? In any case, Shane was hot and tall.
Time Monday morning
Place locker hall of Briarwood Prep
People Quinn Pensky, Melanie Puckett, Nevel Papperman, many other pupils (background), Shane Diamond (phone)
Nevel Papperman was Quinn's half-brother. He hated Carly and her show.
Quinn did not approve of Nevel's vengeful attitude. She had learnt that it was only self-destructive. 40
"Have you poisoned Carly with some new and undetectable venom?" Nevel beamed brightly.
Quinn was flabbergatsed. "Nevel! Don't ever think about that!"
Nevel pouted.
"If you don't get along with Carly, better stay away from her," admonished Quinn, "she isn't worth wasting your time on her."
Nevel moaned.
Melanie listened. "Sorry, so how was `tutoring'?"
Quinn remarked that Carly had admitted pretty fast that she did not need tutoring. "She's not that bad, she just hates her teacher."
Melanie sighed. "I have trapped Shane, he still doesn't know that I', Melanie and not Sam. But I was bored. He enjoys talking about science, and I don't really like it. So I admitted that it ain't no sense with us."
"And he still thinks you're Sam," asked Nevel.
Melanie nodded.
Nevel grinned with glee.
Quinn heard her cellular phone ring. She picked it up. "Quinn Pensky?"
Shane smiled. "Hello, this is Shane Diamond."
Quinn coughed, "Shane?"
Shane confirmed that. "Do you know about quantum mechanics?"
Quinn coyghed. "Hey, my blog is full of remarks concerning Heisenberg's principle of uncertainty!"
Shane beamed. "Really? I've got to read it. Do you have time to talk about it with me? I never had a girl that shared my interest for advanced science."
Quinn beamed. "But of course, Shane!" She jumped up and down with excessive excitement.
Quinn's heartbeat caused the building to tremble as if by an earthquake.
Shane cheered. "Tonight at seven, Groovy Smoothie?"
Quinn agreed.
Nevel high-fived with his elder half-sister. z Quinn swooned without end. She had to mention it in a message to Lola and Zoey. She also informed her sister Camille from Palmwood.
Anyways, nothing could stop Quinn and Shane anymore.
Drama Queens
Time same monday
Place court of Palmwood
People Lola Martinez, Camille, Ashley Blake, the Jenifers, many other pupils (background), Buddha Bob 41 (later), Lafe 42, (later)
, Dave Turk 43, Coco Wexler (footnote (later), Vince Blake (phone)
Palm Woods was both a hotel and a school for future Hollywood stars.
Read as one, they formed the ideal boarding school for someone like Lola Martinez, the upcoming collector of Oscars.
Of course, Lola was not the only future Hollywood star at her new school.
The competition was very hard.
So far, Lola's father wanted Lola to be open for other possibilities than acting, but now he could not stop her, and he had to give up and consent with Palmwoods.
Ashley was not only a few years younger, but also a trifle more successful and more arrogant than Lola. She wanted the sunniest spot near the pool in the school court, and she was granted the same.
Lola grunted, "not fair!"
Camille walked in. She really looked a lot like a souped-up version of Quinn. "You dirty bitch," squealed she at Lola, "you've stolen my boy, you've ruined my marriage, my job, and my life!" She smote Lola across the face.
Lola was consternated. How did Quinn's sister dare to... which boyfriend was she talking about, anyways?
Ashley giggled. "she's acting!"
Lola almost threw up. How could she have allowed herself to get fooled by a fellow actress with such an ease? "So, you're Camille, Quinn's little sister?"
Camille nodded and shook hands with Lola. "Yeah, I've heard many good things about you. I've asked the manager to make us roomies."
Lola smiled. "Cool!"
Camille sat down in a sun chair next to Lola. "Would you please rub my back?"
Lola cackled with glee. "Sure!" She too sum sun blocker oil and palmed Camille's back. "How are classes here?"
Camille grinned, "we have only a few academic classes, most of the schedule is filled with performance practice. If we are on set, we get a private teacher."
Lola beamed. "That's cool!"
Camille nodded. "Do you think you will miss your friends from Pacific Coast Academy?"
Lola shook her head. "I don't think so. I will mail them a lot. Ever other week or so. If I come to think about it... don't know. Probably even less. Zoey is at some girl school run by nuns in Pennsylvania or so. Quinn is in Seattle..."
Camille nodded. "Quinn can be so annoying. She knows too much about stuff as useless as science."
Lola beamed. "Who needs science, anyways?"
Camille nodded wholeheartedly.
Suddenly Ashley screamed. She had tipped her little toe into the pool's water. "The water is cold as ice!"
Camille shrugged. She touched the water's surface. "It's a bit cool, but certainly not icy."
Lola beamed. She jumped into the pool.
Water splattered.
Three girls looked at Lola with disgust.
Camille sighed. "These girls are called the Jenifers. They are much worse than Ashley, at least as a triplet."
Lola thanked Camille for the warning.
Camille looked at her watch. "Oops, I need to prepare for some table reading. Sorry!"
Lola waved at Camille. That pool was fantastic! Too bad Vince was not there in order to adore her in her new fishnet bikini. But fortunately there were many other hot guys who must have just been waiting for Lola. She recognised a few of them from earlier shootings.
Suddenly, some sort of janitor walked by.
A bit later, Camille was going to introduce him as Maintenance Man Buddha Bob.
The man yelled. "There have been complains about the temperature of the water. Please leave the pool!"
Lola did not want to. "Ashley just needed to twitch, and the janitors had to run?"
The manager of the establishment appeared. He held a megaphone, yelling the visitors into leaving the pool for maintenance reasons.
Lola grunted with excessive disgust when she climbed out from the cool water.
Buddha Bob asked Lola, "have you accidentally seen a weasle?"
Lola squealed, as she was afraid of weasles. Then donned her sub glasses and she rested on a blanket, working on her tan.
Suddenly, a boy's voice was heard quoting some verse from Shakespeare's collected works.
Lola figureed that the voice was not quite unfamiliar to her. She looked up. "Lafe," squealed she with excitement.
Lafe bowed down to Lola and kissed her lips gleefully, as he had done quite some time ago.
Lola had totally forgotten about Vince. at least for the time being.
What was worse:
She had even forgotten that Vince's little sister was only a few yards away.
Ashley watched the makeout scene between Lola and Lafe with excessive interest. What would Vince think about that?
Having encountered Lafe upon the preparations for a field trip into the barren wastelands to the north and the east of Malibu, Lola had not seen Lafe during her whole junior year. But now she knew the reason why.
Lafe had switched to Palmwood. Alas, he was not very reliable as an actor. For that cause, he had not achieved a lot of progress in his career.
But maybe everything inbetween was now forgotten, was it?
Lola smiled.
Vince was less than 200 miles away. But he appeared now so infinitely distant to Lola.
Ashley was of a different opinion.
Suddenly, Lola heard another different voice muttering words including ravioli. She turned her head around. "Coco!"
Coco Wexler, former dormitory guard at Pacific Coast Academy, grinned when she noticed Lola. "Aw high, you're now a Palmwood girl?"
Lola nodded solemnly.
Coco remarked, "The Pacific Coast Academy is no longer in need of a dorm adviser for girls. Palmwood employs me now as a room maiden." She sighed. "But I don't yet know my way around."
Buddha Bob was done adjusting the water's temperature. "I may sow you around, mam!"
Coco grunted, "Sir? Really?"
The maintenance guy nodded.
Coco wondered, "Will you carry me in your arms?"
Bubbha Bob nodded. "Of course. I'm a man. A manly man!" He grabbed Coco and pushed her aloft. He moaned, but he refrained from saying that Coco was way too heavy.
Lola giggled mercilessly.
Lafe and Lola continued talking. The pool being back to business, they decided to swim a few turns.
Lola grinned.
Asley picked up her cellular phone, and she typed a few digits. "Hi bro, this is Ashley from Palmwood."
Vince was excited. "Hi sis, how are things turning out?"
Ashley sighed. "Lola does very well in your absence."
Vince did not understand.
Ashley reported the situation involving Lafe. "OK, that's it, see you next weekend!"
Lafe was not the only guy causing Lola to have fun.
A certain Wayne Wayne 44 joined in. He was a stereotypical bad boy. Or so he appeared.
Camille was later on reveiling that he was not really a bad boy.
But, for the moment being, Lola liked him for his apparent renown. She had never been as happy as here at Palmwood's. Too bad it was only meant to last for one year.
Coco chased Buddha Bob all across the campus of Palmwood's.
He was not strong enough to carry her all the time. But he refused to give up, and he picked up the maniac fury every time he had to put her down, proving himself a manly man.
Lola laughed upon hearing Coco's screams and the custodian's despair.
Back To Covington
Place private jet of Malcolm Reese, passengers' cabin
People Logan Reese, Chase Matthews, Chaunsee 45
It was time for Chase to return to England.
His first trip to London had been in a last minute engine from LA to London.
He had been in a hurry down to his excessive lack of patience. He had needed to see Zoey again as soon as possible.
Of course, we all know that Zoey had not been there any longer.
But bear with it!
This trip was totally different.
Chase was on board of a private machine owned by Reese Productions.
The plane was divided into several cabins.
Logan shared a cabin with Chase. He was rigged and ready to make it to his own new school near Paris.
Butler Chaunsee had to serve them snacks and drinks.
Logan was looking forward to meeting French girls. "They must have invented French kisses, or else it would not be named like that!"
Chase shrugged. "Michael says that the english horn 46 has not been invented in England."
Logan scratched his head. "Michael is insane. Who else would invent some Mr. Takato?"
Chase shrugged. "Someone must have taught him driving a stick-switch."
Logan sighed. "Maybe he has learnt it from some other girlfriend, and he just needs to keep her secret."
Chase grinned. "Michael and another girlfriend?"
Logan nodded. "Monogamy is unnatural for man."
Chase shrugged. "I prefer to stick witch Zoey."
Logan started laughing mercilessly.
Chase wondered what was going on.
Logan continued, "you want to stick with Zoey? Fine! But how does she thank you for that?"
Chase looked [uzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I only say two words," replied Logan, "James Garrett!"
Chase scratched his bushy head. "James who?"
Logan grinned. "James Garrett! He's tall, and blond..."
Chase went pale. "Do you want to say that Zoey..."
Logan nodded. "Sorry, pal!"
Chase was close to throwing up.
"Sir, do you need a pill?" wondered Malcolm Reese's faithful servant. He deemed Chase air-sick.
Alas, Chase's sudden stomach problems were not really the consequence of the plane trip.
Chase caught himself. "Thanks, but..." He shook his head.
Chaunsee shrugged, and he disappered into Malcolm's cabin.
Logan started talking about the times when James was new at PCA. "You know, all the girls flocked around him. They ignored even me. But he only wanted Zoey." He `forgot' --- quite conveniently --- to mention his own rôle in the whole affair.
"That's evil," remarked Chase, "very very very bad! She has never told me about James, not during the days following the prom, not on Maui. Does she think I'm her toy? I've rued thoroughly to have made out with Rebecca. But Zoey makes out with James fore three long months and doesn't even dare to tell me..."
Logan nodded solemnly. "I told Zoey to think of you, but she didn't listen... And Dustin and Michael helped James all the way. By the way, she treats her toy kraken a lot better." Logan lied mercilessly.
Chase coughed. "Et tu, Michael," 47 stammered Chase.
Logan nodded.
"But what about Quinn and Lola," stuttered Chase.
Logan grinned. "They wanted James, too. This made Zoey feel special because she had been the chosen one."
Chase banged his head against the wall. "That's sick, really sick!"
"My words," affirmed Logan. "And Zoey would never listen to me. She would have thought me jealous, or something like that. Oh, we should be above London in twenty minutes. Get your parachute ready!"
Chase coughed. "My parachute?" Chase trembled. "I have to jump?"
Logan nodded. "You get hurt less when..."
Chase sobbed. "OK, I don't need a parachute. Just drop me over some ugly junk yard and... it doesn'r matter anymore. Nothing matters."
Logan shrugged. "As you wish. Greet the junk yard..."
Chaunsee entered the cabin. "OK, Sir, we are going to land at London Heathrow in a quarter. The limousine to Covington is already waiting for ypu, Sir!"
Chase looked puzzled. "No paradropping?"
Chaunsee glared aghast. "Sir Malcolm is going to have an audience with the Queen, as he's going to make a movie about her life!"
Chase shrugged. "Oops!"
Logan giggled. "There are other beautiful girls at Covington, for sure..."
Chase was not going to feel any better.
Place inside a limousine owned by Malcolm Reese
People Chase Matthews, some driver (background)
Last time, Chase had made it to Covington in some dirty cab, becoming the laughingstock of the campus.
This time, a noble limousine was his means of transport.
Chase sighed, as he still remembered the way, as if it had been yesterday. Alas, last time he made that way anticipating seeing Zoey again.
This time, the prospects were more than just bleak.
The only advantage was the impossibility of getting disappointed again.
The people in the streets stood in awe.
Limousines were not rare at Covington, but Malcolm Reese's was something special.
Chase somehow wished the limo to be a cop's van taking him straight to the Tower. What was his life worth without Zoey?
Finally, limousine was halted.
Place Covington campus
People Chase Matthews, Tabitha 48, many anoymous pupils (background)
Covington...
Chase strolled the campus, breathing the foggy British air.
His mind felt equally dissolving into some mist.
Tabitha recognised Chase. "Hi!"
Chase greeted back.
Tabitha noticed that something was wrong. "Why are you so pale? Should we go to the school doc?"
Chase shook his head. "Doubt they can heal broken hearts..."
Tabitha shrugged. "Poor Chase!"
Chase had to hurry up to his dormitory block. "I need to beat Colin 49 to the bed at the window."
Tabitha helped him as much as he needed. But she did that in a sisterly manner, impossibly as a substitute for Zoey.
Place Chase's dorm
People Chase, Colin
Chase had a hard time getting his belongings done.
Colin tried to help Chase, too. "Let's go to a junior pub tonight?"
But Chase was hard to appease.
The worst thing: He was invited to Zoey's parents' home over the next weekend.
Chase sobbed. Had they known about James? He had started to like Mr. Brooks pretty early on. But now he was left with doubts.
It was going to be a terrible year at Covington's for Chase, Colin's and Tabitha's help notwithstanding.
Paris Awakens
Time next day, early morning
Place campus of some boarding school in Paris
People Logan Reese, Monique Chaumont 50, many anonymous pupils (background)
Malcolm had successfully negotiated with the British crown.
Now Logan was bound for his new boarding school in Paris.
A limousine had taken him from the airport for private jets to the campus.
He had been expected by Monique Chaumont, the dean of the school.
Monique had already visited the Pacific Coast Academy in order to evaluate it for the next exchange program. Now she guided Logan to his quarters. "You should check with the office of the president of the American guest students."
Logan shrugged. "OK..."
The evergreen Paris S'Éveille 51 resounded across the campus.
Paris was awakening.
The vans were full of milk.
The janitors were full of brooms.
Or so the song said.
Monique Chaumont showed him to the office. "It should be open after lunch break."
Logan was not keen of meeting some boring freak, but he had to accept.
Time same day, afternoon
Place office of the American students' group
People Logan reese, Dana Cruz (hidden)
Logan had finally found the office he had been looking for. Being a reckless jerk, he did not think highly of useless, obsolete activities like knocking at doors and waiting for getting told to enter. He drew the door widely open, as if trying to tear it apart. Then he stomped impatiently into the office.
The responsible was still hiding behind a newspaper.
A cup of hot coffee was standing on the table, too.
Logan expected everyone top jump to his service without a trace of hesitation. But here he was disappointed. "Hi pal," boomed Logan, "I just need to know where to find the hottest chicks in Paris, OK? Then I'll leave again."
The newspaper was immediately sent flying into the opposite corner.
The face of Dana Cruz appeared.
Logan was consternated. "Da... da... dana?"
Dana had already known that there was only one such jerk in the world. Nevertheless, Dana replied aghast, "Logan?" She jumped up.
Logan and Dana stood silently face to face.
They didn't talk or move for several minutes.
Finally Dana moved again, grunting, "you should wear a flashing light on your head when crossing Paris, giving the girls a chance of avoiding you in time."
Logan pouted. "No way, they would flock around me in droves!"
"No way," thundered Dana.
"Yes way," replied Logan. Then he took Dana's cup of coffee. "Yummy! At least they know to make some good coffee here, unlike the dirty sewage they sell in California..."
Dana grunted, "That's my coffee!"
"Oops," groaned Logan, "catch it!" He spewed the coffee aloft, making it rain down on Dana.
The tomboy was angry. "How did you dare to follow me to Paris, anyways?"
Logan sighed. "The Pacific Academy blew up, we got scattered. Dad decided to enroll me here because he is now making movies in Europe."
Dana had a hard time believing that.
Logan grunted, "My ex-fiancé Quinn is te culprit. She makes many things explode."
"I know," replied Logan. "Wait, you and Quinn? You're joking, right?"
Logan sobbed bitterly. "I wish... but, fortunately, the horror is over. She only used me for my money. I think..."
Dana shrugged helplessly with her shoulders. "Makes sense... you're hardly good for anything else..."
Logan gasped. "Says who?"
Dana grinned. "You sucked in the basketball team..."
"I've trained hard," replied Logan, "feel my muscles!"
Dana shook her head. "I've won the French chanpionship in bosdy building... you are not much of a challenge."
Logan pouted. "Women who work out are ugly."
Dana grunted, "you think so?"
Logan nodded. "Yeah, girls can't be strong and beautiful at the same time. That's biology!"
Dana shook her head. "You always had a D in biology."
Logan shrugged carelessly. "I don't need good marks. I want to become a male model."
Dana chuckled.
"What," replied Logan, "I am the born model."
"Prove it," commanded Dana.
Logan was flabbergasted.
Dana grinned. "I've been accepted to Sophie Girard 52's model camp in Sables D'Olonne. That's where models are born. You don't have the guts to do so."
Logan gasped. "You want to become a model, too?"
Dana grinned. "I'm almost there. And why? I have made contacts."
Logan boomed, "I am one of the twenty richest heirs in the world, I..."
"We know," replied, Dana, "but you need the right contacts."
Logan shrugged. "What's that Pizza Bologna anyways..."
Dana laughed. "Sables D'Olonne... it's a place at the Atlantic Coast."
Logan cackled. "And so?"
Dana explained, "it has got one of the most important yacht clubs of France."
'quotMy dad has got a yacht, too, replied Logan.
Dana wasn't really surprised, was she? Alas, she grinned mercilessly. "Well, so does Sophie Girard, and hers is at Sables D'Olonne. And that's where her camp for futuure miodels takes place."
"On a yacht?" Logan beamed.
Dana nodded. "There are many good-looking male models that have started their career right there: Olaf, Mushna, Yurgin, Claus, Joszef, Buckminster ... 53"
Logan shrugged. "They ain't as hot as me..."
Dana also talked about female supermodels working for Sophie Girard, and probably present at the Sables D'Olonne. "Viviana Martinez 54, Dakota North 55..."
Vivienne was indeed Lola's sister, but Dana could not know that.
Logan sighed. "Maybe it's worth the trouble."
Dana scratched her chin. "Maybe... there's only one way to find out..."
Logan blew some dense and billowing brimstone smoke through his capital orifices.
Dana commanded Logan to go to the door and reverse the shield saying "Open".
Logan shrugged. "What the... " He walked to the door and obeyed unto Dana.
Dana pushed some buttons. "Dancing is a good way to prove your skills as a future top model..."
Logan shrugged.
The band played along Nostalsong. 56
Logan gasped. We can't dance, that never goes well... 57
Dana chuckled when she grabbed Logan's wrists and swang him around.
The song commanded them to dance a bit around that wonderful moon, and to look for some adventures, as a single one would hardly be enough.
According to the song, Dana wanted to start over, once again with Logan, even if she might not yet have had the courage to do it for real.
But times would come...
Time ten hours later.
It was 5 a.m.
Paris awakened.
But Logan and Dana fell finally asleep on their feet, with their arms wrapped around each other, after so many hours of dancing. They started dreaming about their upcoming vacations at the Sables D'Olonne, participating hand in hand in Sophie Girard's camp for future top models.
Zen And The Art Of Learning
Time same day, around 10 a.m.
Place in front of Takato's Academy
People Michael Barret, Grandma Barret, a bunch of random passengers (background)
Finally, school started for Michael Barret.
His grandma took him to the entrance of a place named Takato's Academy. She admonished him to be brave and obedient. "No detention, and no..."
Michael mnodded solemnly. He was lucjy when he saw the entrance.
Lisa and some of his other friends had stubbornly refused to believe that the academy existed.
Logan had made endlessly un of Michael and Mr. Takato, comparing the latter ti Santa.
It was not mentioned anywhere on the interweb.
But that meant nothing, didn't it?
Michael took over the pieces of luggage from his grandma. Then he waved a last time at the old lady before passing through the gate.
Place inside Takato's Academy
People Michael Barret, Mr. Takato (later)
Michael sighed. But he wondered where all the other students were. He was all alone, or so did he believe.
Several minutes passed silently.
Michael turned around.
The fassades of the school turned out as cardboard imitations, comparable to Podemkin's villages with which that Russian nobleman had deceived his Queen.
Michael gasped. "Where are the dorms," squealed he at the top of his lungs.
Mr. Takato appeared all of a sudden in front of Michael. "Michael!"
Michael twitched. "Where are all the other pupils? Where are the dorms?"
"You don't need them," replied Mr. Takato.
"Does that mean I'll be all alone," stammered Michael, "dying from loneliness?"
"Loneliness," spoke Mr. Takato, "is but an illusion."
Michael sighed. "An illusion... so... where am I supposed to sleep?"
Mr. Takato grinned. "Your mind and your heart will be your bed."
Michael was flabbergasted. "My mind... sure... my heart... what else... when will I learn to sleep on my mind and on my heart?"
Mr. Takato grinned like a wise man. "Don't asked to ask so many questions. As of yet, you haven't learn't asking."
Michael squealed, "OK!" He scratched his chin. "Let's start to learn!"
Mr. Takato shook his head. "Not that fast! You can't start to learn until you have learnt to learn."
"Learnt to learn..." Michael did not get it. How was he supposed to learn to learn? Wasn't that absurd? He had already learnt so many things at school and from his parents. What sense did it make to tell him to learn to learn? He was totally confused and glared aloft. What have I slipped into?
Time hours later
Place non-existing campus of Takato's Academy
People Mr. Takato, Michael Barret
Mr. Takato urged Michael to start his lessons.
Michael squealed, "I won't make you tuna sandwich and wine, not again. If you want tuna, go and buy some from Kazu at Sushi Rox. He makes the best tuna dishes at the west coast."
Alas, kazu's Sushi Rox did not exiist any longer.
Michael had no clue concerning Kazu's current whereabouts.
Mr. Takato rebuked Michael. "You are now going to learn to learn."
Michael sighed bitterly. He wanted already to take his cellular phone and call his grandmother and Lisa. One of them should have come and picked him up from here before he went insane. That old sucker was totally crazy.
His head kept on spinning like a broken record.
Michael felt dizzy. But what if Takato caught him? There was no place to hide from the senile weirdo. And the freak would have told him not to use a phone before he had learned using a phone, which was impossible before having learned to learn.
"Listen to the silence inside yourself," told Mr. Takato unto Michael.
Michael stood there, shrugging helplessly. Listening to some silence? Hey, that was impossible, you couldn't listen to silence because silence was properly the absence of noise, wasn't it?
Mr. Takato bowed deeply. "Today, you are going to learn about mathematics. Mathematics is the art of learning. 58"
Michael despaired. He had learnt about mathematics in eleven long years of school. But he had never learnt to learn mathematics.
Mr. Takato explained. "Zero is an expression of the emptiness inside yourself."
Michael panted. he had tried hard to listen to his inner silence, but all in vain. Or maybe Michael was just empty, wasn't he?
Like a hollow nut, no, worse.
For knocking at a hollow nut's shell caused sounds.
But knocking at himself did not cause anything.
Mr. Takato continued, "the act of concentrating on a number constitutes the next number." 59
Michael was even more confused. Now he was left standing alone in the centre of the non-existing campus. He felt like hanging in some endless mental loop.
Mr. Takato did not have to give any instruction during the following hours.
Michael forgot about time while concentrating on numbers. That was interesting... almost like playing clack-clack balls.
Logan Reese, Zoey Brooks, Chase Bartholomew Matthews, Quinndelyn Pensky, Lola Martinez... they all disappeared from Michael's memory.
Lisa was now totally pointless. She had never been anything but a pointless distraction in Michael's life.
Who were Vince Blake, James Garrett, Stacey Dillsen, Mark Del Figgalo, or Dustin Brooks anyways?
Michael did not care. He had finally reached nirvana.
This completes our tour through the new school of the most important among Zoey's friends who had been with her at Pacific Coast Academy for several years.
But what was the destiny of many of Zoey's minor friends?
They may have disappeared from Michael's mind, but not from the face of the earth...
Conclusions
Place pitch of Lincoln Prep in San Diego county
People Vince Blake, Shelby Marx 60, many random pupils (background)
Inspite of being new at his school, Vince was undisputed captain of the team of Lincoln Prep, the champion of California. He was training hard for his very next match.
The next opponent was going to be James K. Polk High from La Mesa.
Vince feared especially Billy Loomer, the toughest guy of the county.
Loomer was able to crack coconuts with his unprotected head.
The long passes of Seth Powers were equally feared.
Seth was properly a basketball player, but he subbed on and off for the football team.
Dirga, the hostile coach, was the worst fury of California.
Vince ran up and down the pitch, kicking strawmen and vibrating cardboard figures into smithereens.
At the end of thge long pitch, a girl in the likeness of Lola was waiting.
Vince was confused. "Lola?"
The girl swept Vince of his feet and sent him bouncing across the pitch.
"I'm Shelby," explained the girl, "Lola is my elder sister."
Vince was flabbergasted.
Shelby asked, "does Lola punch like this?" She sent her fist into Vince's shoulders.
It almost hurt.
Vince understood that he was impossibly facing his weak girlfriend. "You're good!"
Shelby smiled. "I'm a kick boxer, preparing for the next world championships. The girls are too weak, so I train with the football boys. Most of them can't take my punches, either, though." She sobbed.
Vince grinned. Who needed Lola if he could have her little sister who was equally hot, but was not going to get bruised by each of his hugs? "OK, let the training begin!"
Shelby smiled.
Place cafeteria of Hollywood School for Performance Arts
People Lisa Perkins, Beck Oliver, Jade West, Trina Rebecca Vega 61, some other pupils (background)
Carrying her repast, Lisa returned from the long queue in her new cafeteria. Suddenly she started, almost dropping her plate. "Rebecca?"
Rebecca turned arouned, glaring at Lisa with grim determination. "Don't dare to call me like this. My name is Trina Vega."
Lisa looked puzzled.
Rebecca aka Trina forced Lisa to sit down by the next table.
Lisa requested an explanation.
Rebecca started talking, "see, I'm really Lola's cousin Trina."
Lisa choked with consternation.
Rebecca grinned. "Lola was tired by Zoey's life in denial. So she instigated me into seducing Chase in order to force Zoey to turn jealous and fess up."
"That's sick," remarked puzzled Lisa.
"Aw, poor Lisa..." replied Rebecca, "you think of Lola as of an angel? Far from it..." She grinned in a taunting manner.
Lisa could not get it. Then it's Lola who made you blackmail Zoey? 62
Rebecca shook her head. "Lola got tired of me when I went too far. But Logan paid me for blackmailing Zoey."
Lisa threw up. Alas, this looked so much like Logan...
Rebecca chuckled without remorses.
Beck Oliver passed by. "Sorry, are you new here?"
Lisa nodded timidly.
Beck shook hands with Lisa. "Beck Oliver, I'm the class President of the Sophomores. Do you need help?"
Rebecca shook her head. That warmhearted Samaritan... Let's see what his girlfriend has to say about it... She took her cellular phone and started composing some SMS.
Lisa smiled. "Oh, that would be nice."
Beck nodded. "Next time, you should use your student's card. You get your repasts a lot cheaper."
"Oops<" squealed Lisa. She was not yet accustomed to her new card.
The passes at Pacific Coast Academy looked differently.
There were many things Lisa needed help to get accustomed to.
All of a sudden, Jade West appeared in the back of Beck. She grunted with terror.
Beck turned around.
Burning steam billowed forth from Jade's dragon-like nostrils. "You pathetic cheater! It's over!"
Beck stammered, "but Jadiemouse, I've just..."
Jade scoffed at her ex-boyfriend. "Forget it!" She stomped her feet and stormed out.
Lisa didn't understand zilch.
Rebecca grinned with shameless determination.
While Mark del Figgalo collected many new stones in Florida and James dedicated himself to his old chess team at Santa Fé, Stacey built a house of her dreams in Mississippi, made of cotton swabs and white glue.
Kazu was tired of cooking. Thus he started running a garden shop selling bonzai trees.
Dean Rivers needed desperately a year's worth of a break.
His wife Tipper 63 had made his life hell.
They were now ready for a divorce.
But Tipper's ferocious sharks were likely to milk the last dime off the dean.
For that avail, Rivers fled to Mexico, along with his new game sphere 64.
His video games were the last things he wanted to lose to Ripper's insane greed.
Pacific Coast Academy was rebuilt, but it hardly ressembled the goold old school.
With Dean Rivers lost in Mexico, Dean Taylor 65 took over.
Some of the teachers returned, such as Bromwell 66.
But the dormitory rooms were all renamed and restructured.
The gyms and sport fields were smaller and less fun.
The classes were much different.
None of the gang returned to Pacific Coast Academy.
They were all graduated or dropped out.
Dustin was only at the beginning of his high-school time. But he didn't return, either.
Zoey got along at her school because she spent many weekends with Nicole and the Singer family and their friends. Having graduated, Zoey was employed as a VP by MadStyle, replacing True Jackson who needed to concentrate more on school and work less. She rented a small apartment in New York City for Dustin and herself.
Her new boyfriend was Stuart Laserbeam 67, the elder brother of Ryan. `Mr. Perfect' Stuart had trashed business school in favour of becoming an artist.
Dustin switched to the district school of True, Lulu, and Ryan. He was now Lulu's regular boyfriend and fellow member of their algebra club.
Logan and Dana dropped out of school, and they became professional models.
Sooner or later, they were going to wear and present fashion designed by Zoey and her friends Geena and True.
Nicole took over Juice, which was associated with her father's juice factory. She was eager on inheriting the factory and become known as America's most juicy and sappy girl.
Vince trashed Lola in favour of Shelby.
It had taken him forever to find a girl he could hug without risking to bruise her badly.
In addition, Vince switched to kickboxing, as he was not willing to go to college and wait for the NFL draft. He wanted to be a professional star athlet right now, not four years later.
Palmwood was the right place for Lola in order to prepare for her first Oscar which she was going to win at the age of eighteen with a music video along with some Kendall Knight.
Being over Zoey, Chase graduated from Covington's and went through an internship at Royal Theatre in London. Then he returned to America and worked at Broadway, along with his new girlfriend Addie Singer, as a playwright for musicals.
Quinn and Shane went finally to Caltech, not far from Pacific Coast Academy in order to study sciences and win their first Nobel Prize at the age of twenty.
Lisa did now replace Jade as Oliver's girlfriend.
That wasn't an easy and automatic decision, but it required a struggle of several years, as they had to overcome a bunch of racial prejudices.
Michael had ever since disappeared into nirvana. He was now generally believed to be someone who didn't exist, exactly like his master Takato. He did not care, he had made his choice and finally said good-bye to it all.
The End
[ 32] cf. iCarly : iTwins
[ 33] cf. iCarly : iSaw Him First --- surname is taken from same author's rôle in Bigtime Rush
[ 34] Briarwood Prep
[ 35] cf. Zoey 101 : Bad Girl
[ 36] cf. iCarly : iTake On Dingo
[ 37] cf. iCarly : iMust Have Locker 239
[ 38] cf. Zoey 101 : Trading Places
[ 39] cf. Zoey 101 : Zoey's Tutor
[ 40] cf. Zoey 101 : Quarantine
[ 41] identified with custodian Gordy from Ned's Declassified SSG
[ 42] cf. Zoey 101 : Curse At PCA
[ 43] cf. True Jackson VP : Ryan On Wheels --- identified with the Palmwood Manager in Bigtime Rush
[ 44] cf. Bigtime Rush : Big Time Bad Boy
[ 45] cf. Zoey 101 : Spring Break-Up
[ 46] a woodwind instrument invented in Poland, reminiscent of the things blown by angels in church paintings
[ 47] and you, Michael --- spoof off Julius Caesar's famous last words, addressing his treacherous murderer Brutus
[ 48] cf. Zoey 101 : Trading Places
[ 49] cf. Zoey 101 : Trading Places
[ 50] cf. Zoey 101 : Haunted House
[ 51] Paris wakes up --- song by Jacques Dutronq which I don't own
[ 52] cf. True Jackson VP : Back To School
[ 53] cf. iCarly : iCarly Awards
[ 54] cf. True Jackson VP : True Crush --- surname chosen for same actress's task in Zoey 101
[ 55] cf. Babysitting Dakota
[ 56] song by Eros Ramazzotti which I don't own
[ 57] cf. Zoey 101 : School Dance
[ 58] the greek term mathema properly means thing to be learnt
[ 59] this is part of a fancy way of expressing Peano's axioms for natural numbers
[ 60] cf. iCarly : iFight Shelby Marx
[ 61] identifies Trina vom Victorious with Rebecca from Zoey 101 : Chase's Girlfriend
[ 62] cf. Zoey 101 : Zoey's Balloon
[ 63] cf. Zoey 101 : Coffee Cart Ban
[ 64] cf. Drake & Josh : The Bet
[ 65] cf. Zoey 101 : Hot Dean
[ 66] cf. Zoey 101 : Zoey's Tutor
[ 67] cf. True Jackson VP : The Gift
All Girls Love Shane
Drama Queens
Back To Covington
Paris Awakens
Zen And The Art Of Learning
Conclusions
All Girls Love Shane
Time Saturday night after
Place Groovy Smoothy
People Quinn Pensky, Melanie Puckett 32, T-Bo, various customers (background), Samantha Pucket (later), Carly Shay (later), Shane Diamond 33 (later), Fredward Benson (later)
Quinn was back in Seattle.
Her school was named 34.
She did not have to live on the campus, though. She had obtained her driver's license a year ago, and now she had also been awarded with a car.
It was not a really new one, but it worked pretty well.
That was enough in order to take Quinn safe from home to her school and back, and to sneak across the downtown of Seattle.
Tonight, Quinn visited a bar for kids named Groovy Smoothie.
This was the most popular meeting points for the kids from the west side of Seattle.
Quinn was not the only pupil that had been drafted from Pacific Coast Academy for Briarwood Prep.
Melanie Puckett had shared the same goal. She was a cousin of Trisha Kirby 35, Dustin's obnoxious ex-girlfriend.
Melanie's mother was in need of various surgical operations, such as plastic corrections 36 and eye lasering 37.
Quinn had already practice some of these activities 38 on her fellow pupils, especially ex-boyfriend Mark del Figgalo. For that avail she was ready to take care of Old Mrs. Puckett's surgical needs for a very low price.
It was partly for talking about these in detail that Quinn and Melanie had met in Smoothie Groovie.
There was a new waiter called T-Bo.
Quinn figured that the guy was somewhat creepy.
T-Bo sold pickled cucumbers attached to some long, wooden stick.
He tried to sell some to Quinn.
Quinn started talking about the chemical processes involved in pickling.
Her talk was eerie.
T-Bo shivered with disgust. He decided to never bother any guest anymore with any stuff they didn't order.
Melanie giggled mercilessly.
Quinn ordered a raspberry smoothie. "With whipped cream! And chocolate smithereens, if you've got those!"
Melanie grinned. "Blueberry with ice cubes!"
The girls waited for their smoothies.
Suddenly, a boy and a girl entered the pub.
Melanie fainted. "That's Carly, my twin sister's best friend." She hid behind Quinn.
Quinn choked. "That Carly? As in iCarly?"
Carly Shay was the host of a web show.
Said show, iCarly, was very popular among kids all along the west coast.
It had also been watched at the Pacific Coast Academy.
Especially Dustin was a total fan of the show.
Quinn had only watched it once or twice because of Melanie's recommendation in the girls' lounge.
Melanie nodded. "She hosts the show together with my twin Samantha."
Swooning Carly did not notice Melanie. "Aw Shane," remarked she hypocritically, "nothing makes a boy hotter than the technology club."
Melanie remarked that Carly had no clue about technology. "That's why their friend Freddie is in charge with the technical production. But both Sam and Carly call him a dweeb or nerd or so... although Freddie is too sociable for being a nerd. Well, Carly and Samn have probably some sort of bet running for which they have to seduce Shane. I don't kow the details. It's really mean if girls use a boy like that, don't you think so?"
Quinn knew about being discriminated for her hobbies. She also understood Melanie's intention of criticising Samantha's and Carly's hypocrisy. "That's so disgusting! Poor Shane!" She wanted to expose Carly's hypocrisy.
Melanie giggled. She hid under the table.
Quinn stepped up to Shane and Carly. "Sorry, I've heard you talking about technology. What is your specialisation?"
"Electrotechnology," replied Shane in a dry manner.
"The one where..." stammered carly ... "that makes things..." She fainted.
Quinn grinned. "Aw, I love electromagneticism."
"Love it tooo..." coughed Carly, "I read several books about it."
"So you know Maxwell's equations," pondered Quinn.
Shane nodded. "Sure." He recalled a few formulae.
"I know it," replied Carly, "these are the ones with an equality sign between two things! I love equality signs, they are so parallel..."
Shane giggled. "You do need tutoring in science!"
Quinn shrugged. "She sure does."
Carly smiled.
Her plan had been that of getting Shane to tutor her in science in her apartment, and then feigning a power failure, tricking him into a candle light session.
Shane shrugged. "I'm running a bit out of time. Couldn't you tutor Carly instead, you...?" Shane looked at Quinn.
Quinn introduced herself. "Quinndelyn Pensky... you may call me Quinn. Yes, I'm quite good at tutoring pupils in science."
Carly choked and coughed.
Actually, it was close to impossible to follow Quinn's attempts of tutoring you in science unless you were a science geek on your own right. 39
Shane smiled. "OK, Carly, meet your tutor Quinn."
Carly went pale like a frozen polar bear.
Shane announced, "I need to repair Samantha's cellular phone tonight."
Melanie coughed. She thought of it as a mean trick by Sam to get dangerously close to Shane. She had a plan.:
Lock Sam away and feign to be her!
This would allow Melanie to cure Shane from Sam and force hoim to see clearly.
Melanie cackled with excessive glee.
The door of Groovy Smoothie was flung open.
Freddie Benson walked in.
Quinn wondered which guy walked in straight and looked jealous upon seeing Carly next to Shane. Fredward Benson?
Melanie had a sudden idea.
She appeared from underneath the table. "Hi Freddie!"
Fredward Benson did not even know about the existence of a monocygotic twin for Freddie. He was upset. "What are you doing there? You are supposed to date Shane, not watching Carly smooch him into oblivion..."
Quinn figured that Melanie was up to something to remain better hidden from Carly. She whistled her favourite tune, distracting Carly.
Melanie grabbed Freddie and dragged him into the opposite corner.
Freddie tried to protest.
Melanie moaned, "hey Freddie, I'm deperate. I need my cellular phone repaired!"
Freddie groaned. "You would never ask me!"
Melanie sighed. "I'm just desperate..."
Freddie shrugged. "OK, where is it?"
Melanie choked. "At home... come over tonight at 9 p.m."
Freddie sighed deeply.
Melanie now just needed to catch Shane on his way to Sam's apartment. Maybe he was a good kisser? In any case, Shane was hot and tall.
Time Monday morning
Place locker hall of Briarwood Prep
People Quinn Pensky, Melanie Puckett, Nevel Papperman, many other pupils (background), Shane Diamond (phone)
Nevel Papperman was Quinn's half-brother. He hated Carly and her show.
Quinn did not approve of Nevel's vengeful attitude. She had learnt that it was only self-destructive. 40
"Have you poisoned Carly with some new and undetectable venom?" Nevel beamed brightly.
Quinn was flabbergatsed. "Nevel! Don't ever think about that!"
Nevel pouted.
"If you don't get along with Carly, better stay away from her," admonished Quinn, "she isn't worth wasting your time on her."
Nevel moaned.
Melanie listened. "Sorry, so how was `tutoring'?"
Quinn remarked that Carly had admitted pretty fast that she did not need tutoring. "She's not that bad, she just hates her teacher."
Melanie sighed. "I have trapped Shane, he still doesn't know that I', Melanie and not Sam. But I was bored. He enjoys talking about science, and I don't really like it. So I admitted that it ain't no sense with us."
"And he still thinks you're Sam," asked Nevel.
Melanie nodded.
Nevel grinned with glee.
Quinn heard her cellular phone ring. She picked it up. "Quinn Pensky?"
Shane smiled. "Hello, this is Shane Diamond."
Quinn coughed, "Shane?"
Shane confirmed that. "Do you know about quantum mechanics?"
Quinn coyghed. "Hey, my blog is full of remarks concerning Heisenberg's principle of uncertainty!"
Shane beamed. "Really? I've got to read it. Do you have time to talk about it with me? I never had a girl that shared my interest for advanced science."
Quinn beamed. "But of course, Shane!" She jumped up and down with excessive excitement.
Quinn's heartbeat caused the building to tremble as if by an earthquake.
Shane cheered. "Tonight at seven, Groovy Smoothie?"
Quinn agreed.
Nevel high-fived with his elder half-sister. z Quinn swooned without end. She had to mention it in a message to Lola and Zoey. She also informed her sister Camille from Palmwood.
Anyways, nothing could stop Quinn and Shane anymore.
Drama Queens
Time same monday
Place court of Palmwood
People Lola Martinez, Camille, Ashley Blake, the Jenifers, many other pupils (background), Buddha Bob 41 (later), Lafe 42, (later)
, Dave Turk 43, Coco Wexler (footnote (later), Vince Blake (phone)
Palm Woods was both a hotel and a school for future Hollywood stars.
Read as one, they formed the ideal boarding school for someone like Lola Martinez, the upcoming collector of Oscars.
Of course, Lola was not the only future Hollywood star at her new school.
The competition was very hard.
So far, Lola's father wanted Lola to be open for other possibilities than acting, but now he could not stop her, and he had to give up and consent with Palmwoods.
Ashley was not only a few years younger, but also a trifle more successful and more arrogant than Lola. She wanted the sunniest spot near the pool in the school court, and she was granted the same.
Lola grunted, "not fair!"
Camille walked in. She really looked a lot like a souped-up version of Quinn. "You dirty bitch," squealed she at Lola, "you've stolen my boy, you've ruined my marriage, my job, and my life!" She smote Lola across the face.
Lola was consternated. How did Quinn's sister dare to... which boyfriend was she talking about, anyways?
Ashley giggled. "she's acting!"
Lola almost threw up. How could she have allowed herself to get fooled by a fellow actress with such an ease? "So, you're Camille, Quinn's little sister?"
Camille nodded and shook hands with Lola. "Yeah, I've heard many good things about you. I've asked the manager to make us roomies."
Lola smiled. "Cool!"
Camille sat down in a sun chair next to Lola. "Would you please rub my back?"
Lola cackled with glee. "Sure!" She too sum sun blocker oil and palmed Camille's back. "How are classes here?"
Camille grinned, "we have only a few academic classes, most of the schedule is filled with performance practice. If we are on set, we get a private teacher."
Lola beamed. "That's cool!"
Camille nodded. "Do you think you will miss your friends from Pacific Coast Academy?"
Lola shook her head. "I don't think so. I will mail them a lot. Ever other week or so. If I come to think about it... don't know. Probably even less. Zoey is at some girl school run by nuns in Pennsylvania or so. Quinn is in Seattle..."
Camille nodded. "Quinn can be so annoying. She knows too much about stuff as useless as science."
Lola beamed. "Who needs science, anyways?"
Camille nodded wholeheartedly.
Suddenly Ashley screamed. She had tipped her little toe into the pool's water. "The water is cold as ice!"
Camille shrugged. She touched the water's surface. "It's a bit cool, but certainly not icy."
Lola beamed. She jumped into the pool.
Water splattered.
Three girls looked at Lola with disgust.
Camille sighed. "These girls are called the Jenifers. They are much worse than Ashley, at least as a triplet."
Lola thanked Camille for the warning.
Camille looked at her watch. "Oops, I need to prepare for some table reading. Sorry!"
Lola waved at Camille. That pool was fantastic! Too bad Vince was not there in order to adore her in her new fishnet bikini. But fortunately there were many other hot guys who must have just been waiting for Lola. She recognised a few of them from earlier shootings.
Suddenly, some sort of janitor walked by.
A bit later, Camille was going to introduce him as Maintenance Man Buddha Bob.
The man yelled. "There have been complains about the temperature of the water. Please leave the pool!"
Lola did not want to. "Ashley just needed to twitch, and the janitors had to run?"
The manager of the establishment appeared. He held a megaphone, yelling the visitors into leaving the pool for maintenance reasons.
Lola grunted with excessive disgust when she climbed out from the cool water.
Buddha Bob asked Lola, "have you accidentally seen a weasle?"
Lola squealed, as she was afraid of weasles. Then donned her sub glasses and she rested on a blanket, working on her tan.
Suddenly, a boy's voice was heard quoting some verse from Shakespeare's collected works.
Lola figureed that the voice was not quite unfamiliar to her. She looked up. "Lafe," squealed she with excitement.
Lafe bowed down to Lola and kissed her lips gleefully, as he had done quite some time ago.
Lola had totally forgotten about Vince. at least for the time being.
What was worse:
She had even forgotten that Vince's little sister was only a few yards away.
Ashley watched the makeout scene between Lola and Lafe with excessive interest. What would Vince think about that?
Having encountered Lafe upon the preparations for a field trip into the barren wastelands to the north and the east of Malibu, Lola had not seen Lafe during her whole junior year. But now she knew the reason why.
Lafe had switched to Palmwood. Alas, he was not very reliable as an actor. For that cause, he had not achieved a lot of progress in his career.
But maybe everything inbetween was now forgotten, was it?
Lola smiled.
Vince was less than 200 miles away. But he appeared now so infinitely distant to Lola.
Ashley was of a different opinion.
Suddenly, Lola heard another different voice muttering words including ravioli. She turned her head around. "Coco!"
Coco Wexler, former dormitory guard at Pacific Coast Academy, grinned when she noticed Lola. "Aw high, you're now a Palmwood girl?"
Lola nodded solemnly.
Coco remarked, "The Pacific Coast Academy is no longer in need of a dorm adviser for girls. Palmwood employs me now as a room maiden." She sighed. "But I don't yet know my way around."
Buddha Bob was done adjusting the water's temperature. "I may sow you around, mam!"
Coco grunted, "Sir? Really?"
The maintenance guy nodded.
Coco wondered, "Will you carry me in your arms?"
Bubbha Bob nodded. "Of course. I'm a man. A manly man!" He grabbed Coco and pushed her aloft. He moaned, but he refrained from saying that Coco was way too heavy.
Lola giggled mercilessly.
Lafe and Lola continued talking. The pool being back to business, they decided to swim a few turns.
Lola grinned.
Asley picked up her cellular phone, and she typed a few digits. "Hi bro, this is Ashley from Palmwood."
Vince was excited. "Hi sis, how are things turning out?"
Ashley sighed. "Lola does very well in your absence."
Vince did not understand.
Ashley reported the situation involving Lafe. "OK, that's it, see you next weekend!"
Lafe was not the only guy causing Lola to have fun.
A certain Wayne Wayne 44 joined in. He was a stereotypical bad boy. Or so he appeared.
Camille was later on reveiling that he was not really a bad boy.
But, for the moment being, Lola liked him for his apparent renown. She had never been as happy as here at Palmwood's. Too bad it was only meant to last for one year.
Coco chased Buddha Bob all across the campus of Palmwood's.
He was not strong enough to carry her all the time. But he refused to give up, and he picked up the maniac fury every time he had to put her down, proving himself a manly man.
Lola laughed upon hearing Coco's screams and the custodian's despair.
Back To Covington
Place private jet of Malcolm Reese, passengers' cabin
People Logan Reese, Chase Matthews, Chaunsee 45
It was time for Chase to return to England.
His first trip to London had been in a last minute engine from LA to London.
He had been in a hurry down to his excessive lack of patience. He had needed to see Zoey again as soon as possible.
Of course, we all know that Zoey had not been there any longer.
But bear with it!
This trip was totally different.
Chase was on board of a private machine owned by Reese Productions.
The plane was divided into several cabins.
Logan shared a cabin with Chase. He was rigged and ready to make it to his own new school near Paris.
Butler Chaunsee had to serve them snacks and drinks.
Logan was looking forward to meeting French girls. "They must have invented French kisses, or else it would not be named like that!"
Chase shrugged. "Michael says that the english horn 46 has not been invented in England."
Logan scratched his head. "Michael is insane. Who else would invent some Mr. Takato?"
Chase shrugged. "Someone must have taught him driving a stick-switch."
Logan sighed. "Maybe he has learnt it from some other girlfriend, and he just needs to keep her secret."
Chase grinned. "Michael and another girlfriend?"
Logan nodded. "Monogamy is unnatural for man."
Chase shrugged. "I prefer to stick witch Zoey."
Logan started laughing mercilessly.
Chase wondered what was going on.
Logan continued, "you want to stick with Zoey? Fine! But how does she thank you for that?"
Chase looked [uzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I only say two words," replied Logan, "James Garrett!"
Chase scratched his bushy head. "James who?"
Logan grinned. "James Garrett! He's tall, and blond..."
Chase went pale. "Do you want to say that Zoey..."
Logan nodded. "Sorry, pal!"
Chase was close to throwing up.
"Sir, do you need a pill?" wondered Malcolm Reese's faithful servant. He deemed Chase air-sick.
Alas, Chase's sudden stomach problems were not really the consequence of the plane trip.
Chase caught himself. "Thanks, but..." He shook his head.
Chaunsee shrugged, and he disappered into Malcolm's cabin.
Logan started talking about the times when James was new at PCA. "You know, all the girls flocked around him. They ignored even me. But he only wanted Zoey." He `forgot' --- quite conveniently --- to mention his own rôle in the whole affair.
"That's evil," remarked Chase, "very very very bad! She has never told me about James, not during the days following the prom, not on Maui. Does she think I'm her toy? I've rued thoroughly to have made out with Rebecca. But Zoey makes out with James fore three long months and doesn't even dare to tell me..."
Logan nodded solemnly. "I told Zoey to think of you, but she didn't listen... And Dustin and Michael helped James all the way. By the way, she treats her toy kraken a lot better." Logan lied mercilessly.
Chase coughed. "Et tu, Michael," 47 stammered Chase.
Logan nodded.
"But what about Quinn and Lola," stuttered Chase.
Logan grinned. "They wanted James, too. This made Zoey feel special because she had been the chosen one."
Chase banged his head against the wall. "That's sick, really sick!"
"My words," affirmed Logan. "And Zoey would never listen to me. She would have thought me jealous, or something like that. Oh, we should be above London in twenty minutes. Get your parachute ready!"
Chase coughed. "My parachute?" Chase trembled. "I have to jump?"
Logan nodded. "You get hurt less when..."
Chase sobbed. "OK, I don't need a parachute. Just drop me over some ugly junk yard and... it doesn'r matter anymore. Nothing matters."
Logan shrugged. "As you wish. Greet the junk yard..."
Chaunsee entered the cabin. "OK, Sir, we are going to land at London Heathrow in a quarter. The limousine to Covington is already waiting for ypu, Sir!"
Chase looked puzzled. "No paradropping?"
Chaunsee glared aghast. "Sir Malcolm is going to have an audience with the Queen, as he's going to make a movie about her life!"
Chase shrugged. "Oops!"
Logan giggled. "There are other beautiful girls at Covington, for sure..."
Chase was not going to feel any better.
Place inside a limousine owned by Malcolm Reese
People Chase Matthews, some driver (background)
Last time, Chase had made it to Covington in some dirty cab, becoming the laughingstock of the campus.
This time, a noble limousine was his means of transport.
Chase sighed, as he still remembered the way, as if it had been yesterday. Alas, last time he made that way anticipating seeing Zoey again.
This time, the prospects were more than just bleak.
The only advantage was the impossibility of getting disappointed again.
The people in the streets stood in awe.
Limousines were not rare at Covington, but Malcolm Reese's was something special.
Chase somehow wished the limo to be a cop's van taking him straight to the Tower. What was his life worth without Zoey?
Finally, limousine was halted.
Place Covington campus
People Chase Matthews, Tabitha 48, many anoymous pupils (background)
Covington...
Chase strolled the campus, breathing the foggy British air.
His mind felt equally dissolving into some mist.
Tabitha recognised Chase. "Hi!"
Chase greeted back.
Tabitha noticed that something was wrong. "Why are you so pale? Should we go to the school doc?"
Chase shook his head. "Doubt they can heal broken hearts..."
Tabitha shrugged. "Poor Chase!"
Chase had to hurry up to his dormitory block. "I need to beat Colin 49 to the bed at the window."
Tabitha helped him as much as he needed. But she did that in a sisterly manner, impossibly as a substitute for Zoey.
Place Chase's dorm
People Chase, Colin
Chase had a hard time getting his belongings done.
Colin tried to help Chase, too. "Let's go to a junior pub tonight?"
But Chase was hard to appease.
The worst thing: He was invited to Zoey's parents' home over the next weekend.
Chase sobbed. Had they known about James? He had started to like Mr. Brooks pretty early on. But now he was left with doubts.
It was going to be a terrible year at Covington's for Chase, Colin's and Tabitha's help notwithstanding.
Paris Awakens
Time next day, early morning
Place campus of some boarding school in Paris
People Logan Reese, Monique Chaumont 50, many anonymous pupils (background)
Malcolm had successfully negotiated with the British crown.
Now Logan was bound for his new boarding school in Paris.
A limousine had taken him from the airport for private jets to the campus.
He had been expected by Monique Chaumont, the dean of the school.
Monique had already visited the Pacific Coast Academy in order to evaluate it for the next exchange program. Now she guided Logan to his quarters. "You should check with the office of the president of the American guest students."
Logan shrugged. "OK..."
The evergreen Paris S'Éveille 51 resounded across the campus.
Paris was awakening.
The vans were full of milk.
The janitors were full of brooms.
Or so the song said.
Monique Chaumont showed him to the office. "It should be open after lunch break."
Logan was not keen of meeting some boring freak, but he had to accept.
Time same day, afternoon
Place office of the American students' group
People Logan reese, Dana Cruz (hidden)
Logan had finally found the office he had been looking for. Being a reckless jerk, he did not think highly of useless, obsolete activities like knocking at doors and waiting for getting told to enter. He drew the door widely open, as if trying to tear it apart. Then he stomped impatiently into the office.
The responsible was still hiding behind a newspaper.
A cup of hot coffee was standing on the table, too.
Logan expected everyone top jump to his service without a trace of hesitation. But here he was disappointed. "Hi pal," boomed Logan, "I just need to know where to find the hottest chicks in Paris, OK? Then I'll leave again."
The newspaper was immediately sent flying into the opposite corner.
The face of Dana Cruz appeared.
Logan was consternated. "Da... da... dana?"
Dana had already known that there was only one such jerk in the world. Nevertheless, Dana replied aghast, "Logan?" She jumped up.
Logan and Dana stood silently face to face.
They didn't talk or move for several minutes.
Finally Dana moved again, grunting, "you should wear a flashing light on your head when crossing Paris, giving the girls a chance of avoiding you in time."
Logan pouted. "No way, they would flock around me in droves!"
"No way," thundered Dana.
"Yes way," replied Logan. Then he took Dana's cup of coffee. "Yummy! At least they know to make some good coffee here, unlike the dirty sewage they sell in California..."
Dana grunted, "That's my coffee!"
"Oops," groaned Logan, "catch it!" He spewed the coffee aloft, making it rain down on Dana.
The tomboy was angry. "How did you dare to follow me to Paris, anyways?"
Logan sighed. "The Pacific Academy blew up, we got scattered. Dad decided to enroll me here because he is now making movies in Europe."
Dana had a hard time believing that.
Logan grunted, "My ex-fiancé Quinn is te culprit. She makes many things explode."
"I know," replied Logan. "Wait, you and Quinn? You're joking, right?"
Logan sobbed bitterly. "I wish... but, fortunately, the horror is over. She only used me for my money. I think..."
Dana shrugged helplessly with her shoulders. "Makes sense... you're hardly good for anything else..."
Logan gasped. "Says who?"
Dana grinned. "You sucked in the basketball team..."
"I've trained hard," replied Logan, "feel my muscles!"
Dana shook her head. "I've won the French chanpionship in bosdy building... you are not much of a challenge."
Logan pouted. "Women who work out are ugly."
Dana grunted, "you think so?"
Logan nodded. "Yeah, girls can't be strong and beautiful at the same time. That's biology!"
Dana shook her head. "You always had a D in biology."
Logan shrugged carelessly. "I don't need good marks. I want to become a male model."
Dana chuckled.
"What," replied Logan, "I am the born model."
"Prove it," commanded Dana.
Logan was flabbergasted.
Dana grinned. "I've been accepted to Sophie Girard 52's model camp in Sables D'Olonne. That's where models are born. You don't have the guts to do so."
Logan gasped. "You want to become a model, too?"
Dana grinned. "I'm almost there. And why? I have made contacts."
Logan boomed, "I am one of the twenty richest heirs in the world, I..."
"We know," replied, Dana, "but you need the right contacts."
Logan shrugged. "What's that Pizza Bologna anyways..."
Dana laughed. "Sables D'Olonne... it's a place at the Atlantic Coast."
Logan cackled. "And so?"
Dana explained, "it has got one of the most important yacht clubs of France."
'quotMy dad has got a yacht, too, replied Logan.
Dana wasn't really surprised, was she? Alas, she grinned mercilessly. "Well, so does Sophie Girard, and hers is at Sables D'Olonne. And that's where her camp for futuure miodels takes place."
"On a yacht?" Logan beamed.
Dana nodded. "There are many good-looking male models that have started their career right there: Olaf, Mushna, Yurgin, Claus, Joszef, Buckminster ... 53"
Logan shrugged. "They ain't as hot as me..."
Dana also talked about female supermodels working for Sophie Girard, and probably present at the Sables D'Olonne. "Viviana Martinez 54, Dakota North 55..."
Vivienne was indeed Lola's sister, but Dana could not know that.
Logan sighed. "Maybe it's worth the trouble."
Dana scratched her chin. "Maybe... there's only one way to find out..."
Logan blew some dense and billowing brimstone smoke through his capital orifices.
Dana commanded Logan to go to the door and reverse the shield saying "Open".
Logan shrugged. "What the... " He walked to the door and obeyed unto Dana.
Dana pushed some buttons. "Dancing is a good way to prove your skills as a future top model..."
Logan shrugged.
The band played along Nostalsong. 56
Logan gasped. We can't dance, that never goes well... 57
Dana chuckled when she grabbed Logan's wrists and swang him around.
The song commanded them to dance a bit around that wonderful moon, and to look for some adventures, as a single one would hardly be enough.
According to the song, Dana wanted to start over, once again with Logan, even if she might not yet have had the courage to do it for real.
But times would come...
Time ten hours later.
It was 5 a.m.
Paris awakened.
But Logan and Dana fell finally asleep on their feet, with their arms wrapped around each other, after so many hours of dancing. They started dreaming about their upcoming vacations at the Sables D'Olonne, participating hand in hand in Sophie Girard's camp for future top models.
Zen And The Art Of Learning
Time same day, around 10 a.m.
Place in front of Takato's Academy
People Michael Barret, Grandma Barret, a bunch of random passengers (background)
Finally, school started for Michael Barret.
His grandma took him to the entrance of a place named Takato's Academy. She admonished him to be brave and obedient. "No detention, and no..."
Michael mnodded solemnly. He was lucjy when he saw the entrance.
Lisa and some of his other friends had stubbornly refused to believe that the academy existed.
Logan had made endlessly un of Michael and Mr. Takato, comparing the latter ti Santa.
It was not mentioned anywhere on the interweb.
But that meant nothing, didn't it?
Michael took over the pieces of luggage from his grandma. Then he waved a last time at the old lady before passing through the gate.
Place inside Takato's Academy
People Michael Barret, Mr. Takato (later)
Michael sighed. But he wondered where all the other students were. He was all alone, or so did he believe.
Several minutes passed silently.
Michael turned around.
The fassades of the school turned out as cardboard imitations, comparable to Podemkin's villages with which that Russian nobleman had deceived his Queen.
Michael gasped. "Where are the dorms," squealed he at the top of his lungs.
Mr. Takato appeared all of a sudden in front of Michael. "Michael!"
Michael twitched. "Where are all the other pupils? Where are the dorms?"
"You don't need them," replied Mr. Takato.
"Does that mean I'll be all alone," stammered Michael, "dying from loneliness?"
"Loneliness," spoke Mr. Takato, "is but an illusion."
Michael sighed. "An illusion... so... where am I supposed to sleep?"
Mr. Takato grinned. "Your mind and your heart will be your bed."
Michael was flabbergasted. "My mind... sure... my heart... what else... when will I learn to sleep on my mind and on my heart?"
Mr. Takato grinned like a wise man. "Don't asked to ask so many questions. As of yet, you haven't learn't asking."
Michael squealed, "OK!" He scratched his chin. "Let's start to learn!"
Mr. Takato shook his head. "Not that fast! You can't start to learn until you have learnt to learn."
"Learnt to learn..." Michael did not get it. How was he supposed to learn to learn? Wasn't that absurd? He had already learnt so many things at school and from his parents. What sense did it make to tell him to learn to learn? He was totally confused and glared aloft. What have I slipped into?
Time hours later
Place non-existing campus of Takato's Academy
People Mr. Takato, Michael Barret
Mr. Takato urged Michael to start his lessons.
Michael squealed, "I won't make you tuna sandwich and wine, not again. If you want tuna, go and buy some from Kazu at Sushi Rox. He makes the best tuna dishes at the west coast."
Alas, kazu's Sushi Rox did not exiist any longer.
Michael had no clue concerning Kazu's current whereabouts.
Mr. Takato rebuked Michael. "You are now going to learn to learn."
Michael sighed bitterly. He wanted already to take his cellular phone and call his grandmother and Lisa. One of them should have come and picked him up from here before he went insane. That old sucker was totally crazy.
His head kept on spinning like a broken record.
Michael felt dizzy. But what if Takato caught him? There was no place to hide from the senile weirdo. And the freak would have told him not to use a phone before he had learned using a phone, which was impossible before having learned to learn.
"Listen to the silence inside yourself," told Mr. Takato unto Michael.
Michael stood there, shrugging helplessly. Listening to some silence? Hey, that was impossible, you couldn't listen to silence because silence was properly the absence of noise, wasn't it?
Mr. Takato bowed deeply. "Today, you are going to learn about mathematics. Mathematics is the art of learning. 58"
Michael despaired. He had learnt about mathematics in eleven long years of school. But he had never learnt to learn mathematics.
Mr. Takato explained. "Zero is an expression of the emptiness inside yourself."
Michael panted. he had tried hard to listen to his inner silence, but all in vain. Or maybe Michael was just empty, wasn't he?
Like a hollow nut, no, worse.
For knocking at a hollow nut's shell caused sounds.
But knocking at himself did not cause anything.
Mr. Takato continued, "the act of concentrating on a number constitutes the next number." 59
Michael was even more confused. Now he was left standing alone in the centre of the non-existing campus. He felt like hanging in some endless mental loop.
Mr. Takato did not have to give any instruction during the following hours.
Michael forgot about time while concentrating on numbers. That was interesting... almost like playing clack-clack balls.
Logan Reese, Zoey Brooks, Chase Bartholomew Matthews, Quinndelyn Pensky, Lola Martinez... they all disappeared from Michael's memory.
Lisa was now totally pointless. She had never been anything but a pointless distraction in Michael's life.
Who were Vince Blake, James Garrett, Stacey Dillsen, Mark Del Figgalo, or Dustin Brooks anyways?
Michael did not care. He had finally reached nirvana.
This completes our tour through the new school of the most important among Zoey's friends who had been with her at Pacific Coast Academy for several years.
But what was the destiny of many of Zoey's minor friends?
They may have disappeared from Michael's mind, but not from the face of the earth...
Conclusions
Place pitch of Lincoln Prep in San Diego county
People Vince Blake, Shelby Marx 60, many random pupils (background)
Inspite of being new at his school, Vince was undisputed captain of the team of Lincoln Prep, the champion of California. He was training hard for his very next match.
The next opponent was going to be James K. Polk High from La Mesa.
Vince feared especially Billy Loomer, the toughest guy of the county.
Loomer was able to crack coconuts with his unprotected head.
The long passes of Seth Powers were equally feared.
Seth was properly a basketball player, but he subbed on and off for the football team.
Dirga, the hostile coach, was the worst fury of California.
Vince ran up and down the pitch, kicking strawmen and vibrating cardboard figures into smithereens.
At the end of thge long pitch, a girl in the likeness of Lola was waiting.
Vince was confused. "Lola?"
The girl swept Vince of his feet and sent him bouncing across the pitch.
"I'm Shelby," explained the girl, "Lola is my elder sister."
Vince was flabbergasted.
Shelby asked, "does Lola punch like this?" She sent her fist into Vince's shoulders.
It almost hurt.
Vince understood that he was impossibly facing his weak girlfriend. "You're good!"
Shelby smiled. "I'm a kick boxer, preparing for the next world championships. The girls are too weak, so I train with the football boys. Most of them can't take my punches, either, though." She sobbed.
Vince grinned. Who needed Lola if he could have her little sister who was equally hot, but was not going to get bruised by each of his hugs? "OK, let the training begin!"
Shelby smiled.
Place cafeteria of Hollywood School for Performance Arts
People Lisa Perkins, Beck Oliver, Jade West, Trina Rebecca Vega 61, some other pupils (background)
Carrying her repast, Lisa returned from the long queue in her new cafeteria. Suddenly she started, almost dropping her plate. "Rebecca?"
Rebecca turned arouned, glaring at Lisa with grim determination. "Don't dare to call me like this. My name is Trina Vega."
Lisa looked puzzled.
Rebecca aka Trina forced Lisa to sit down by the next table.
Lisa requested an explanation.
Rebecca started talking, "see, I'm really Lola's cousin Trina."
Lisa choked with consternation.
Rebecca grinned. "Lola was tired by Zoey's life in denial. So she instigated me into seducing Chase in order to force Zoey to turn jealous and fess up."
"That's sick," remarked puzzled Lisa.
"Aw, poor Lisa..." replied Rebecca, "you think of Lola as of an angel? Far from it..." She grinned in a taunting manner.
Lisa could not get it. Then it's Lola who made you blackmail Zoey? 62
Rebecca shook her head. "Lola got tired of me when I went too far. But Logan paid me for blackmailing Zoey."
Lisa threw up. Alas, this looked so much like Logan...
Rebecca chuckled without remorses.
Beck Oliver passed by. "Sorry, are you new here?"
Lisa nodded timidly.
Beck shook hands with Lisa. "Beck Oliver, I'm the class President of the Sophomores. Do you need help?"
Rebecca shook her head. That warmhearted Samaritan... Let's see what his girlfriend has to say about it... She took her cellular phone and started composing some SMS.
Lisa smiled. "Oh, that would be nice."
Beck nodded. "Next time, you should use your student's card. You get your repasts a lot cheaper."
"Oops<" squealed Lisa. She was not yet accustomed to her new card.
The passes at Pacific Coast Academy looked differently.
There were many things Lisa needed help to get accustomed to.
All of a sudden, Jade West appeared in the back of Beck. She grunted with terror.
Beck turned around.
Burning steam billowed forth from Jade's dragon-like nostrils. "You pathetic cheater! It's over!"
Beck stammered, "but Jadiemouse, I've just..."
Jade scoffed at her ex-boyfriend. "Forget it!" She stomped her feet and stormed out.
Lisa didn't understand zilch.
Rebecca grinned with shameless determination.
While Mark del Figgalo collected many new stones in Florida and James dedicated himself to his old chess team at Santa Fé, Stacey built a house of her dreams in Mississippi, made of cotton swabs and white glue.
Kazu was tired of cooking. Thus he started running a garden shop selling bonzai trees.
Dean Rivers needed desperately a year's worth of a break.
His wife Tipper 63 had made his life hell.
They were now ready for a divorce.
But Tipper's ferocious sharks were likely to milk the last dime off the dean.
For that avail, Rivers fled to Mexico, along with his new game sphere 64.
His video games were the last things he wanted to lose to Ripper's insane greed.
Pacific Coast Academy was rebuilt, but it hardly ressembled the goold old school.
With Dean Rivers lost in Mexico, Dean Taylor 65 took over.
Some of the teachers returned, such as Bromwell 66.
But the dormitory rooms were all renamed and restructured.
The gyms and sport fields were smaller and less fun.
The classes were much different.
None of the gang returned to Pacific Coast Academy.
They were all graduated or dropped out.
Dustin was only at the beginning of his high-school time. But he didn't return, either.
Zoey got along at her school because she spent many weekends with Nicole and the Singer family and their friends. Having graduated, Zoey was employed as a VP by MadStyle, replacing True Jackson who needed to concentrate more on school and work less. She rented a small apartment in New York City for Dustin and herself.
Her new boyfriend was Stuart Laserbeam 67, the elder brother of Ryan. `Mr. Perfect' Stuart had trashed business school in favour of becoming an artist.
Dustin switched to the district school of True, Lulu, and Ryan. He was now Lulu's regular boyfriend and fellow member of their algebra club.
Logan and Dana dropped out of school, and they became professional models.
Sooner or later, they were going to wear and present fashion designed by Zoey and her friends Geena and True.
Nicole took over Juice, which was associated with her father's juice factory. She was eager on inheriting the factory and become known as America's most juicy and sappy girl.
Vince trashed Lola in favour of Shelby.
It had taken him forever to find a girl he could hug without risking to bruise her badly.
In addition, Vince switched to kickboxing, as he was not willing to go to college and wait for the NFL draft. He wanted to be a professional star athlet right now, not four years later.
Palmwood was the right place for Lola in order to prepare for her first Oscar which she was going to win at the age of eighteen with a music video along with some Kendall Knight.
Being over Zoey, Chase graduated from Covington's and went through an internship at Royal Theatre in London. Then he returned to America and worked at Broadway, along with his new girlfriend Addie Singer, as a playwright for musicals.
Quinn and Shane went finally to Caltech, not far from Pacific Coast Academy in order to study sciences and win their first Nobel Prize at the age of twenty.
Lisa did now replace Jade as Oliver's girlfriend.
That wasn't an easy and automatic decision, but it required a struggle of several years, as they had to overcome a bunch of racial prejudices.
Michael had ever since disappeared into nirvana. He was now generally believed to be someone who didn't exist, exactly like his master Takato. He did not care, he had made his choice and finally said good-bye to it all.
The End
[ 32] cf. iCarly : iTwins
[ 33] cf. iCarly : iSaw Him First --- surname is taken from same author's rôle in Bigtime Rush
[ 34] Briarwood Prep
[ 35] cf. Zoey 101 : Bad Girl
[ 36] cf. iCarly : iTake On Dingo
[ 37] cf. iCarly : iMust Have Locker 239
[ 38] cf. Zoey 101 : Trading Places
[ 39] cf. Zoey 101 : Zoey's Tutor
[ 40] cf. Zoey 101 : Quarantine
[ 41] identified with custodian Gordy from Ned's Declassified SSG
[ 42] cf. Zoey 101 : Curse At PCA
[ 43] cf. True Jackson VP : Ryan On Wheels --- identified with the Palmwood Manager in Bigtime Rush
[ 44] cf. Bigtime Rush : Big Time Bad Boy
[ 45] cf. Zoey 101 : Spring Break-Up
[ 46] a woodwind instrument invented in Poland, reminiscent of the things blown by angels in church paintings
[ 47] and you, Michael --- spoof off Julius Caesar's famous last words, addressing his treacherous murderer Brutus
[ 48] cf. Zoey 101 : Trading Places
[ 49] cf. Zoey 101 : Trading Places
[ 50] cf. Zoey 101 : Haunted House
[ 51] Paris wakes up --- song by Jacques Dutronq which I don't own
[ 52] cf. True Jackson VP : Back To School
[ 53] cf. iCarly : iCarly Awards
[ 54] cf. True Jackson VP : True Crush --- surname chosen for same actress's task in Zoey 101
[ 55] cf. Babysitting Dakota
[ 56] song by Eros Ramazzotti which I don't own
[ 57] cf. Zoey 101 : School Dance
[ 58] the greek term mathema properly means thing to be learnt
[ 59] this is part of a fancy way of expressing Peano's axioms for natural numbers
[ 60] cf. iCarly : iFight Shelby Marx
[ 61] identifies Trina vom Victorious with Rebecca from Zoey 101 : Chase's Girlfriend
[ 62] cf. Zoey 101 : Zoey's Balloon
[ 63] cf. Zoey 101 : Coffee Cart Ban
[ 64] cf. Drake & Josh : The Bet
[ 65] cf. Zoey 101 : Hot Dean
[ 66] cf. Zoey 101 : Zoey's Tutor
[ 67] cf. True Jackson VP : The Gift