Roswell Fanatics

~Sarah~

"Maybe it's not just the cops..." He trails off, " What if they're also working with the F.B.I. That would explain why they haven't been showin their faces around lately." He finishes.

"Yeah, that does." I say starting to get a little freaked when he mentiones the F.B.I.

"Should we tell Chris?" He asks, "After class?" He adds.

I grab my bag and my book on the desk and get up, "No, we go tell him, now. This could be even more serious then we thought if the F.B.I is involved." I whisper. I was glad that the teacher had not entered the class room yet, because we would be getting into serious trouble for ditching. I didn't even care about breaking the 'no ditching' rule anymore. This thing with Meta Chem was getting, too serious.

~Angel~
She suprised me by just that simple action, but she was right. This whole thing with Meta Chem is going to get messy, especially since the F.B.I might be involved.

"I think he has history first period." I say.

~Chris~
I walked into history late, but Mr. Kringle didn't get mad at me. It was my first time ever being late to class, so I had nothing against me. I could tell everybody else was suprised I was late.

I took my seat in the back of the room and listened as Mr.Kringle returned to his lesson. I simply touch the desk and I have a vision.

~vision~
Sarah knocks on the door and walks in after Mr.Krinle allows her to come in.

Sarah asks, "Is Christian Guerin here? The consouler would like to see him." Sarah says.
~end vision~

I come out of it a few seconds later. Man, my visions have been totally out of wack lately.

~*Nina*~

First period is always the one that seems to go the slowest. Ya know, the one where everyone's half dead and doesn't understand a word the teacher even says? Yeah, that.


This class is one of the three I have with Jake. This is Geography. Although why we need to have geography is beyond me.

I write Jake a quick note asking him if he's coming to the game tonight and pass it over hoping the Mrs. Wilson doesn't notice.

~Lor~

"I'm always thinking about you." I tell him.

"And this car is just, too perfect not to like." I say bringing the kiss to his lips.


~Sarah~

I open the classroom door to Mr. Kringles class and I walk in with his permission.

"Is Christian Guerin here? The consouler would like to see him." I say and Mr. Kringle look over to Chris.

~Jake~
Geography goes super slow like it usually does. Even though I'm super bored I pay attention and absorb each and every word Mrs.Wilson is saying.

Then, Nina passes me a note quietly so that Mrs.Wilson doesn't notice.

I open it and take a few minutes to read it. She wanted to know if I was going to her game.

I wrote a reply saying: Wouldn't miss it even if I tried.

I hand it back to her carefully before Mrs.Wilson turns back to look at the class.

~*Nina*~

I smile over at Jake. He's such a great guy. What makes it even crazier is that at one point my dad dated his mom, thank God that didn't work, right?


"Thanks", I write quickly then steal a glance at the teacher. I think she has it out for me. I think she's been here for like a million years and had my dad when he came here, so she takes her frustration from him out on me.


Rolling my eyes I doodle a funny picture of Mrs. Wilson and pass it over to Jake just barely covering my giggles.

~Chris~
As if on que Sarah opens the classroom door to Mr. Kringle's class and walks in with his permission. Exactly like I saw it in my vision.

"Is Christian Guerin here? The consouler would like to see him." She says, giving a reason why she's here.

Mr. Kringle look over to me and says, "Very well. I hope you know that you have to come in tomorrow to finish your assignments Mr.Guerin." He says.

I get out of my deak and nod to Mr.Kringle, "Yes, sir. I will."

I then walk out of the classroom to be greeted by not only Sarah, but also Angel.

~Sarah~

Once Chris walks out of the classroom I say, "We think the F.B.I. might be working with Meta Chem."

"Thats why they're getting away with everything" I add.

~Jake~
I stiful a laugh at an accurate doodle of what Nina thinks is Mrs.Wilson.

She can barley control her laughs, and I try despertly to contain mine.

Mrs.Wilson gives us the evil eye before she returns to writing on the black board.

I write on the note to Nina: Just the remaining of this semester and next semester and... Ding dong the Wicked Witch is Dead!

I pass it to her while Mrs.Wilson gets something from her desk.

~*Nina*~

I let out a quick laugh and try to hide when everyone in the class looks at me.


"Um, sorry", I mutter and cover my face as Mrs. Wilson turns towards us.

"Do you have something to share with the class Ms. Valenti?", she asks and crosses her arms.


I just shake my head and cover it further with my notebook.