(A LITTLE PIECE OF INFORMATION THAT IS NESSACARY FOR UNDERSTANDING THIS CHAPTER. In Laura's first class, her S.Q.U.I.P. shut off. I forgot to mention it in the last chapter cuz I'm good at writing *thumbs up* Nonetheless, hope you enjoy this chapter and thank YOU FOR 250+ READS I FEEL FAINT AHHHHHHH)

 Laura decided to catch a ride with Michael, so after the final bell, they met up in the parking lot.

"I Am So Tired!" Laura complained as she entered the PT Cruiser.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm here because I met you and everything, but being homeschooled was just... Better, IMO. I mean, having the ability to learn at your own pace plus having good homecooked food plus flexible schedule (even though I never have any plans, Honestly Me )"Laura mumbled that last part.

"Minus social interaction equal homeschooling in a nutshell."

"Well, that DOES sound great, but public school isn't that bad." ... After a moment of silence, they both burst into laughter.

"Now that.. that was funny, my dude. Bravo, Mikey!" Laura said as she wiped away a tear and Michael did a lil bow.

"Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week."

"OH, Can I be the DJ?" Laura asked excitedly, now that Michael was in a good mood.

"Well... I'll get another earful of musicals when we get to my house, so I better prepare." Laura turned the volume on her phone all the way up and pressed shuffle on her musical playlist.

"HOW DOES A RAGTAG VOLUNTEER ARMY IN NEED OF A SHOWER-" Laura sang along with the amazingly beautiful voice of Leslie Odom Jr. in 'Guns and Ships'.

"this was a bad idea," Michael mumbled as Laura yelled

"EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAN-" then began rapping the fastest RAP IN ALL OF MUSICAL THEATRE HISTORY ELOQUENTLY IN AN ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC FRENCH ACCENT. They then stopped at a red light.

"Ok, here's the plan; You get in the driver's seat while I go out there and lay in front of the car. When the light's green, run over me."

Laura then punched him playfully on the arm, hoping not to damage her precious cinnamon roll friend.

"Oh no, you ain't escaping that easil- ALEXANDER HAMILTON! WE ARE WAITING IN THE FIELDS FOR YOUUUUU!"

"kill me," Michael joked.

"Come On, my singing isn't THAT bad."

"Nonono, it's not your singing. Actually, you have a pretty good voice."

"Haha, you're kidding."

"I'm really not."

"No, seriously." Suddenly, the S.Q.U.I.P. rematerialized.

"Take the compliment."

'Oh right, you're still here. Where have you been all day? You just.... disappeared after the first bell rang,' Laura thought at the S.Q.U.I.P.

"Well, it seems I misremembered to inform you. I was receiving an upgrade."

'Really? What kind of upgrade?' (YOU GOTTA GET AN UPGRADE! I regret nothing )

"Just to equip me with more emotions. It wasn't mandatory so It wasn't imperative that you be informed. I was going to tell you, but I couldn't find the appropriate time."

"Laura, you good?" Michael said as he started shaking her.

"Huh? Wha?"

"I said we're here and you.. spaced out."

"..Oh Oh yeah, I do that sometimes.. heh," Laura then smiled a sheepish smile.

"Oh, well we're here! Home sweet home." They exited the PT Cruiser and approached the front door.