Ok, so for those of you who didn't read my profile, let me tell you that I have a crazy obsession with Boy Meets World and the new series, Girl Meets World. And being my age, that's a little odd and maybe concerning. I'm 29 years old and turning 30 next month… YIKES! And what am I'm doing in my leisure time after working full time in the adult world as a health insurance analyst? Why but of course thinking of weird stories in my head of this incredible, life changing show. Here we go my first Fanfiction story.

Title: Girl Meets Feeny

Chapter 1

Riley Matthews was in the kitchen with her back pack on the table and books scattered. Pouring some cereal into a red bowl, Auggie came down the hallway from his room dressed in his blue jeans, shirt and suspenders hanging off his waist.

Riley: Morning Auggie

Auggie was looking around the apartment. Usually Topanga was awake and making breakfast for the family but today was different.

Auggie: Where's mommy?

Riley: She's probably still getting ready for work. What do you want to eat?

Auugie: You can't cook. I'll die if I eat what you make.

Riley: I can make cereal and toast. what'll it be?

Auggie: chocolate cake and whipped cream!

Riley: cereal it is.

Riley set down another red bowl near hers and poured in the milk as the intercom buzzed:

"Maya". RIley ran to the intercom.

Riley: "come on up!"

Auggie: Where's daddy?

Riley: He's probably getting ready for work too.

Maya swung open the door so hard it hit the wall.

Maya: Whats up losers? Where are your parents at? Usually you guys are all out here.

Riley: they're probably just finishing getting ready for work.

Maya: yeah, ok.

Back in Cory and Topanga's room, getting ready for work was far from the truth. They were both still sick in bed and drowsy. The comforter was falling off the bed and Cory was practically hanging off of the mattress. Topanga was pale as ever and was exhausted from being up all night hanging to run to the bathroom because of being nauseous.

Topanga: Cory, we have to get up. The kids are already in the kitchen.

Cory moved around ever so slowly in bed feeling as if he had been hit by a truck.

Topanga: Cory (she looked over at him hitting his arm) Did you hear me? The kids are up. We've gotta get ready for work.

Cory: Topanga I'm not feeling well. I'm so tired. How many times did you run to the bathroom last night?

Topanga: I don't know I wasn't counting. I was too concerned of getting vomit on the floor and having to clean it the next day.

Cory: I could call a sub.

Cory sat up struggling to read the alarm clock on his side table. It read 7:05AM.

Cory: I still have time to call in. (Cory fell back onto his pillow)

Cory and Topanga laid there for an additional 30 minutes not moving. Until Topanga rolled over and put her head on his shoulder looking at him.

Topanga: Maybe I should call in too. But I have this case that has to be worked on further.

Cory: Didn't you bring home your laptop Friday? You could just work on it at home.

Topanga: I did. I suppose that would be better than going in and risking getting sick at work.

Cory: I'm going to make a phone call to the school to schedule a sub.

Topanga: I'm going to go call the office to let them know i'll be out sick.

Topanga slid out of bed and wrapped herself in her silk robe.

Out in the kitchen the Riley and Maya read the clock it said 7:40. Her parents hadn't come out from their bedroom. Riley knew that if they didn't, it was her responsibility to get herself to school on time as usual and of course take Auggie to school too. The 3 left for school leaving the used dishes on the table. Topanga came out of the room 10 minutes after the kids left for school. She saw one look at the table staring at the used dishes that should've been placed in the dishwasher before they left for the day. As Topanga was making coffee she felt the urge of naseousness come over her. She ran to the bathroom holding back her hair. Cory yelled from bed.

Cory: are you ok in there?

Topanga: Yeah.

Topanga got up slowly and turned on the cold water and ran a face cloth under the faucet to put it to her face. The last time she felt this sick was when she was pregnant with Auggie. She quickly got that thought out of her mind because that was impossible since she was on birth control and Cory was still using protection.

Cory was digging for his cell phone through his briefcase. He finally located it and called the principal.

Mr. Rebello: Ted Rebello, how can I assist you?

Cory: Hi, Ted?

Mr. Rebello: Cory, is that you? You don't sound great What can I do for you?

Cory: i'm not feeling too well so rather risk my students getting sick, I'm looking to have a sub be scheduled in for the entire day.

Mr. Rebello: Sure thing Cory. Any one in particular you want me to have sit in?

Cory: Yeah, I think I have the perfect one. George is still on the list, right?

Mr. Rebello: Yes, he is. I'll give him a call right now.

Cory: Thanks, Ted.

Cory hung up the phone knowing his class wouldn't get out of control today especially with Mr. Feeny coming in. Mr. Feeny had moved to New York several years ago after his wife had passed. Even though he was 87 it was literally a miracle that he could still substitute teach. Mr. Feeny had also just lived outside of Manhattan and was only a subway ride away from getting into downtown.

Topping came out of the bathroom looking more pale than ever and climbed into bed. With a weak voice she asked Cory if he had called in and he said he took care of it giving her a quick kiss. The two laid there content holding each other and enjoying the quietness in their bedroom.