She was about to read it when the paper was viciously ripped from her hands. "Read my poems once, shame on you. Read my poems twice, shame on me." Wirt said as Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Well, Greg did say you wrote poetry about me. I didn't think he was serious." Beatrice laughed. "You where spying on use!" Wirt said. "Uuuuummmm.... Goodnight!" Beatrice said and slipped into bed before Wirt could complain. "Fine. But just because we have to go to bed doesn't mean this conversation is over." Wirt said with an annoyed voice. "Whatever pushover." Beatrice said. "I'm not the one who turned my family into birds." Wirt said. Beatrice popped up from the bed and asked "What did you say?" "You heard what I said." Wirt said. Wirt thought after what he said she would be steaming mad but instead she began to cry. "Beatrice, I-I didn't mean it like that. It's just-" He said. "No. It's o.k... It's just that I still feel guilty for turning them into birds. Ever since then I’ve been trying to find a way to make it up to them." "It's not your fault!" Wirt said as he popped out of his bed and went over to Beatrice. "Yes it is! If I wasn't so heartless; if I hadn't thrown that rock..... We wouldn't have become birds in the first place." Beatrice began to weep. "Beatrice. If you didn't turn into a bird then you wouldn't have met use. Meeting you was the best day of my life. Don't say it's your fault ever! It was that stupid birds fault you got cursed!" Wirt said as he rapped his hands around her and turned it into a bear hug. "Thanks Wirt." Beatrice said. Wirt laid back in his bed and turned off his lamp. "Hay Wirt?" Beatrice said. "Yah?" Wirt asked. "Is it o.k. if I stay here for a little longer?" Beatrice asked. "The longer the merrier." Wirt answered. Beatrice woke up when someone shook her hard. "Beatrice, wake up! Get dressed. It's almost time for school and I don't want you to be late on the first day of school." Wirt said as he continued to shake her. "What?" Beatrice asked in a very tired voice. "It's time for school!!!! Get dresses!!!" Wirt screamed as if the house was on fire. "Get dressed." "O.k. Wirt." Beatrice said grumpily as she slowly sat up. She picked up her skinny jeans and a blue sweater. She thought it would look bad but it actually looked pretty normal. She ran out the door and shut the door closed quickly before the bus left. Once she got on she quickly found a bus seat and sat next to Wirt while jumping over legs who tried to trip her. "Don't mind them. They try to trip me too. There's a system though. Just step on the feet and they'll stop trying to trip you." Wirt said with a chuckle.