Author's Note: This takes place at the beginning of Season 5. This * ~ * ~ * means that a POV has been switched. This *** just means that a scene has changed. Also, this is my first AU fic. Please be kind!

Chapter 1: Donna, The Tutor

I was in my beautiful living room when my parents told me that we were moving away from our home in Milwaukee.

"So, where are we going?" I asked them.

"Somewhere very exciting," My mom told me.

"Chicago!" I guessed. I always wanted to live in a big, pretty city filled with millions of places to shop.

"No, not Chicago," Daddy told me, shaking his head. "I had enough of city-living. I want to live in a nice, quiet town."

"Like what?" I asked him. Where the hell are we moving?

"Well, the town I have in mind is called: Point Place. It's still in Wisconsin. I heard great things about it," Daddy tried to explain to me. He noticed my disbelief, so he tried to reassure me. "Don't worry, Pumpkin, you'll love it there."

"No, I won't. I don't want to move," I yelled at him, stomping my feet.

"Jackie, honey, we are going to move whether you like it or not," he scolded me. "End of discussion."

I could feel tears building up in my eyes. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I stomped on each stair, roughly, to make sure that they knew that I wasn't happy about this. Not happy at all.

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Ah, the first day of school filled with new schedules, new people, new teachers to piss off, and of course, homework. I didn't bother to go. We don't do anything the first day. It's just a bunch of introductions. I'll go to school… eventually. But, according to me, summer isn't over yet.

Just then, Forman walked in. The rest of them followed him. "So, how was your first day as a senior?" I asked them.

"Crappy," Fez replied. He held out a little piece of paper. "They gave me a detention. On the first day!"

"What for man?" I asked.

"Well, I was complimenting one of the new office ladies on her nice rack," he answered.

"Fez!" Donna yelled at him. "That's not right."

"Oh, what do you know? When you pay someone a compliment, you should get a reward, not a freaking detention," he pouted, throwing the detention slip on the table.

"See, there's a lesson here Fez," Kelso said. "Don't give a girl a compliment about her nice rack, just stare at it."

Fez just nodded. "Thank you, wise one," he said, patting Kelso on the back.

"You guys are… you know what you are… you're," Forman tried to explain. "Ugh, I give up on you guys."

"Well, my day was a lot better," Donna began. "I'm going to tutor someone who's having trouble with their English paper."

"Are you getting paid for this?" I asked her.

"Well, not money. My English teacher is giving me extra credit. Also, it'll help me on my writing skills."

"Wow, Donna. I never realized," Forman began.

"Realized what?"

"How much of a nerd you are," Forman burned her.

"Shut up," she said, smacking his shoulder. "I'm not a nerd. I'm determined."

"Yep, keep telling yourself that," I told her.

"So, who are you tutoring, Donna?" Fez asked.

"This new girl. I don't know her name."

"Is she hot?" Kelso asked, immediately.

"I don't know. I haven't seen her yet, Kelso," Donna answered.

"I bet she's hot. Dumb girls are usually hot," Kelso explained. I laughed at this. Donna gave us a disapproving look.

"Oh, I hope you're right," Fez said. "Because Fez needs a woman."

"Well, I'm going to meet her tomorrow. I wonder what she's like?"

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It was my second day of school and I already wanted to go home. At least they're still holding cheerleading tryouts. Cheerleading never failed in making me happy.

Other things that make me happy are: Boys. Oh, how I missed my Milwaukee boys! They were so cute! But, I have to hand it to Point Place. They do have a few good-looking guys here. A few of them flirted with me earlier, but I can't choose which one I want to date. I'll need some time to think about it.

I walked into the main office where I will wait for my new tutor. Damn Daddy for making me do this! He wasn't too happy with my English grade last year. A D+ is practically a C, which is close to a B. So, really I just got a low B. Daddy begged to differ.

Just then, a lumberjack walked in. She had trucker clothes, flaming red hair (that just didn't go with her skin), and no make-up. Poor girl. She is in deep need of a make over.

The girl turned her attention towards me. "Are you Jackie?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered her.

"Oh, I'm you English tutor," she explained. Great. I'm going to be seen with a lumberjack. Maybe she'll let me give her a make over! That'll be so much fun!

"All right. So, are we going to start today?" I asked the red head.

"Yeah sure, if you want," she said. "Oh, by the way, I'm Donna."

"Okay, Donna. Let's go," I told her, walking out to the parking lot. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

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We arrived at her very small and colorful home. We walked through her kitchen where an older man was sitting at the table with another woman. They must be her parents. Eww! Her dad had a horrible perm! And her mom also dressed like a trucker. Poor Donna. It's not her fault she's a fashion victim. I guess bad taste is hereditary.

"Jackie, this is my Dad and Joanne," she said.

"Hi," I greeted them.

"Hello, dear," her dad said to me. He was pretty goofy looking with all those necklaces and rings on. I tried hard not to laugh.

"What are you girls going to do?" Joanne asked us.

"Oh nothing much. I'm just going to help Jackie out on her English paper," Donna explained.

"Good for you. You're lucky Jackie. My Donna, she's a smart one. Not nerdy smart, but smart enough," her dad explained.

"Dad!" Donna said, obviously embarrassed. "C'mon, Jackie. Let's go to my room."

We left her parents and headed towards her room.

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Donna's room seemed a little… boyish. She's going to need some work. But, I'll get to that later. Her walls were a very bland color. I thought all girls had pink walls? Ugh, Donna doesn't know what it means to be a girl.

We made ourselves comfortable on her bed. "Okay, let's get down to business," Donna said, flipping through sheets of paper.

"Okay, where should we start?" I asked her.

"Well, what's the topic of your essay?"

"I have to write about myself. My personality, the things I like to do, and how I can use these things in my English class," I explained to her.

"Okay, pretty basic. Lets…"

"How could they give us an essay on the first day of school?! They're working us so hard," I complained. It's true. They need to ease up on me. Stress isn't good for my complexion.

"Look, Jackie. I had to do that too. Every junior has to write a paper like this," she told me.

"Fine, fine. What should my title be? Something like: The Wonderful Mind of Jackie Burhardt," I suggested.

"Umm, good," Donna said, skeptically, "but, what about: My Life In A Nutshell."

"Just put down whatever, just as long as I get a good grade. My dad said if I don't pass English, I'll have to quit cheerleading."

"You're in cheerleading?"

"Yeah. Well, I'm going to try out. Why?"

"Nothing. It's just that I don't get why people want to be a cheerleader."

"To be popular, duh Donna." I shook my head. Gosh, she doesn't know anything!

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, I got the title down. How do you spell your last name?"

"B-u-r-k-h-a-r-d-t. Burkhardt."

"Do you have a middle name?"

"No!" I answered sharply. She looked at me strangely.

"Okay, just Jackie Burkhardt. Got it," she replied, scribbling my name on the paper. I'm sorry. I can't stand my middle name. Buela. What were my parents thinking?

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"Kelso! Stop hogging all the fries," I yelled at the idiot. We were sitting at our usual booth at the Hub.

"Sorry Hyde, I'm hungry," Kelso said, taking another fry. "I'm going to Forman's. You coming?"

"I'll meet you there later," I told him. He nodded and left the Hub. I was left alone with my thoughts about summer.

Summer was pretty ordinary. Met a few chicks, but nothing really stood out. Same town, and same chicks. I needed something different. I needed a change. Something to keep me busy.

There was something missing in my life. I don't know what it is, but I know I want it. Well, whatever it is, I'm going to get it.

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"Okay, Jackie, we can't write a whole paper on how much you like to shop. Shopping doesn't make up your whole life," Donna scolded me.

"Well, not my whole life. But, a pretty big part of it," I told her.

"Okay, let's take a break. Let's go to my boyfriend's house to hang out," she suggested, getting off the bed.

"Wait, you have a boyfriend?" I asked her. Wow, a girl like her can snag a man. Now that's surprising.

"Yeah," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"A real one?"

"No, it's a little imaginary one that I keep in a box. Of course a real one!"

"Oh, whatever you say…" I said, skeptically.

"Shut up, Jackie."

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We walked over to the next door neighbor's house. It's pretty cool that she lives just next door to her boyfriend. That way, she can keep an eye on him.

"So, what's his name?" I asked, curiously.

"Eric. Eric Forman. I've known him all my life."

"Really? That's so cute! Are you sure he's home?" I asked.

"Yeah. Everyone else should be there too."

"Who else is going to be there?"

"Just the rest of my friends," she answered. "We usually hang out in his basement."

I nodded. We walked down the stairway, towards her boyfriend's basement. So, I guess I'm going to meet her friends. Hmmm, I wonder what they're like…

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