AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR AN UNNECESSARILY LONG AUTHOR NOTE:

I came up with this idea after seeing Get a Clue where Courtney was whining "I want a prize! I want a prize! I WANT A PRIIIIIZE!" lol. So I started to imagine what she was like as a little kid. That led me to think about what it would be like if the TDI cast all went to Kindergarten together. Somehow I got stuck on Heather and what it would be like if she were actually a nice kid and people were mean to her. So these thoughts basically turned into a fic about 5 year old Heather meeting the rest of the TDI campers at Kindergarten. Basically, Heather has a crappy day.

I am proud to say that both Chef and Chris are in this fic. Chris is actually a 6th grader. This would make him 6 years older than the campers and 22 years old during TDI. Apparently he's actually 25 but I'm fudging a little on the age. 22 and 25 aren't TOO far apart, after all.

I love Noah and Courtney in this fic, btw. Courtney is obnoxious and Noah is…well, Noah. He pretty much is a genius and WILL NOT have the intelligence of a 5 year old at all.

Warnings: Some characters are OOC, especially Heather. They have yet to grow up to be the people they are when they are 16 so therefore, some of them have some different characteristics. But a lot of them are still the same.

Pairings: Bridgette/Geoff, One sided Cody/Gwen briefly mentioned at the end, One sided Harold/LeShawna briefly mentioned at the end. Courtney/Duncan if you interpret fighting as pairing them off, I kinda do. Any other pairings are unintentional and your imagination. (Unless I missed something)

I honestly can't believe I didn't manage to put Heather/Noah in this :(

There are 5 chapters to this, I think. I like the first chapter and the 2nd is pretty good. I think the others might need some work so we'll see how those turn out.

IMPORTANT NOTE! Lol, so every review is asking me about Ezekiel and why is he in this if he's homeschooled. Don't worry, I have taken that into account and the Ezekiel being homeschooled thing will be explained in the last chapter. Haha, sorry, you have to wait. :)

In this chapter, Heather meets Chris.

In a car sat a sweet, well-behaved little girl. She was cute, as most children are, with pigtails sticking up on her head; but she was not an attractive child: pudgy, with crooked teeth and glasses already perched on her five-year-old nose. The young girl hummed happily as she stared out the car window, watching as the scenery flew by. It was her first day of kindergarten and she was very excited. She was going to learn many things and make lots of new friends. That and it would get her away from her bratty baby brother everyday.

A force pulled her hair sharply reminding her of why she was happy to get away from him. She turned around and reprimanded the two year old in the child seat.

"No Damien, that is not a nice thing to do," she said, with all the patience a five-year-old could muster.

"Poopyhead," was the reply that met her.

"And those are not nice words to say," the young girl scolded.

Another yank on her hair was the reply this time. The girl sighed and looked over to her mother in the driver's seat. She was talking on the phone. The girl knew better than to bother her mother while she was on the phone. Her mother hated it whenever she bothered her while she was on the phone. The little girl merely sighed and tried to scoot away from her brother as far as possible.

Donk.

"Ow!" The girl exclaimed, holding her bruising head as a block fell to her feet. Damien squealed in laughter next to her.

"Mommy!" The girl cried. "Damien threw a block at me!"

"Heather! Quite fighting with your brother!" The mother yelled. "He's a lot younger than you!"

"But I didn't do anything…"

"Quit whining loser. Mom's on the phone," said her older sister, who was sitting in the front seat of the car. She was applying lip gloss, even though she was only in fourth grade.

"Thank you, Chelsea," said the mother.

"You're welcome, mom." Chelsea said proudly.

"Sorry mommy," Heather said quietly.

"Be quiet, Heather! I'm on the phone!" Her mother yelled. Her tone changed. "Sorry Barbara, I'm taking Chelsea and Heather to school and Heather's being a nuisance like always. Oh, she's just picking a fight with her little brother. I would have left him at home with the nanny but the poor little guy was so upset that we were leaving without him. I just had to take my little sweetie along. I wouldn't have this problem if Bill would just agree to get a second chauffer!"

Suddenly, a loud honk was heard right behind them.

"Mommy, you're supposed to stop at a red light!" Heather said in shock.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet?"

Heather's lower lip trembled as she slouched back in her seat. She tried very hard to be quiet for the rest of the car ride and succeeded in doing so. It was just a few minutes later that the car started to slow down in front of a big building. Heather looked out the window and spotted the object of her desire. School!

Chelsea also spotted the object of her desire and squealed (like a pig).

"Ooh! There he is!" she exclaimed, peering out the window. "Chris McLean! He is soooooo hot! He's in Sixth Grade, ya know."

Heather peered out the window as her mother double-parked next to a car that was trying to pull out. Heather was confused. The boy her sister was gazing at didn't look sick to her.

"Quit day-dreaming Heather! Hurry up and get out! I have to be at my manicure in 15 minutes!" Her mother exclaimed impatiently.

"But mommy, I don't know where my class is."

Heather's mother sighed.

"Chelsea, can you help Heather find her class?"

Chelsea nodded and snatched her bag.

"Come on brat," she said to Heather.

Heather climbed out of the car and turned around.

"Bye mommy! Bye Damien!" she said with a wave.

Her brother stuck out his tongue.

"Close the door!" Her mother yelled. Heather sighed and obeyed. Her mother pulled away from the curb with a loud screeeeeech as she continued gabbing on the phone.

Heather ran to catch up with her hastily retreating sister.

"Wait for me, Chelsea!"

Chelsea turned around and glared at the tag-a-long.

"Why are you following me?"

"Mommy said you had to help me find my class."

"I don't think so! Chris is right over there. He can't see me talking to a geeky little goober like you."

"But-," Heather said, as her sister disappeared into the crowd. Heather frowned and then let out a sigh.

"Okay, I can do this. I'm smart. I already know how to count to twenty."

Heather puffed herself up and marched purposely into the building. Just then the bell rang and droves of children swarmed around her, jostling her to and fro. She tried to go this way but they pushed her that way. She tried to go that way but they pushed her this way. By the end of it all, once most children were in their classrooms and the hall was deserted, she had no idea where she was. Her mother had told her that if she needed help she should to go to the office. She knew the office was at the front of the school but the front of the school was way behind her and she had no idea how to get back. Heather wandered the halls in confusion. She was just about to cry when she heard a voice.

"Man, I hope Hatchet's not working in the caf again this year. Dude thinks he's a chef! What a joke!" The voice said. It was joined by another in laughter. Heather peered around the corner to see the boy her sister had been talking about laughing with another boy.

"Yeah, dude," said Chris' friend. "He can't even boil water!"

The two boys laughed.

"Excuse me," said a small voice behind them. They looked down to see a small, fat little girl peering up at them with watery eyes.

"Uh…hi," said Chris.

"I'm lost. Can you help me find my classroom?" Heather asked shyly.

"Uh, sorry. Can't help ya." said Chris's friend. "I gotta get to class."

Heather frowned as tears began to well up. Chris smirked.

"Don't worry, little girl." said Chris. "I'll help. After all, I gotta AVOID getting to class."

He and the other boy laughed. Chris grinned at his friend and winked mischievously. His friend raised an eyebrow and smirked knowingly.

"Dude, so wrong." he muttered with a laugh. Chris just snickered and high-fived the other boy as he walked away.

"See ya later. Have fun tour guiding!" the boy called over his shoulder.

"Oh, I will." Chris said with a smirk.

Chris looked down at the little girl who was looking up at him.

"So, um, who's your teacher?" He asked.

"Mrs. Simpson," Heather said quietly.

"Ah yes! Mrs. Simpson," Chris said. "I know exactly where to take you."

"Thank you, sir," Heather said.

Chris raised an eyebrow and smirked. Sir?

As they started walking down the hall Chris felt big eyes staring at him. He looked down to see Heather looking up at him with a smile.

"Uh…what?" he asked.

"My name is Heather."

"Oh, that's nice."

Pause.

"Your name is Chris?"

Chris stopped and peered curiously at the girl; she followed his lead and stopped too.

"How did you know that?" he asked.

"My sister told me."

"Your sister?"

"Yep!" Heather said with a nod. She looked at Chris and frowned. Next thing he knew the little girl was leaning up towards him on her tiptoes, placing a hand on his arm for support.

"Uh…what are—," Chris stopped mid-sentence as a small, chubby hand placed itself on his forehead. Chris looked up at the hand, causing him to cross his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"You don't feel hot to me," Heather said with a frown, taking her hand off of Chris' forehead and lowering herself to stand flat on her feet.

Chris raised a confused eyebrow.

"What?"

"My sister says you're hot," Heather explained.

Chris' eyes grew wide but then he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Oh really? Who's your sister?"

"Chelsea Hanson," Heather informed him.

"Uh…who?"

"She's in fourth grade."

"Oh…fourth grade," Chris said with a bored tone. "Well, come on, let's go."

Chris and Heather resumed walking. After a minute, Chris grinned at her.

"Say, Heather, can you read yet?"

"Yep!" She said cheerfully. "But only a few words."

"Oh…what kinda words?"

"Cat, bat, rat, fat, sat, mat aaaand…that's about it!" She said.

"Oh. What about toy?"

"Nope."

"Joy?"

"Nope."

Chris blinked.

"….Boy?"

"Nope," said Heather, "but I'm working on dog right now."

Chris grinned mischievously.

"That's great!" He exclaimed.

Chris stopped in front of a door and beamed at Heather.

"Well whadda know, Heather?" He said. "Here we are! Mrs. Simpson's class."

Heather's face broke into a huge grin as she looked at Chris.

"Thank you!" she said.

Chris snickered.

"Believe me, kid. It's my pleasure."

Heather gave him one last smile and turned toward the door. She placed a hand on it to push it open but then stopped and frowned. Chris eyed her nervously.

"Um, Chris?" Heather said, turning around.

"Yeah, what?" Chris said impatiently.

"Can we be friends?"

Chris raised his eyebrow.

"Well, I'm sure we'll see each other around," he said. Heather, not really knowing what he meant, simply smiled.

"Okay, bye!" She said, waving as she pushed the door open.

"Yeah, later," he replied, trying not to laugh.

Heather entered the room and the first thing she noticed was that it only harbored three people, a group of older boys. Then she noticed sinks, stalls, and some other things hanging from the wall. One of the boys was doing something in front of one of them, she wasn't sure what.

The boys stopped what they were doing and stared at her.

"Uh…what is a little girl doing here?" said the boy in front of the urinal. All the boys continued staring at Heather, who was now standing there paralyzed. This wasn't Mrs. Simpson's class! It was a boys' bathroom!

The boys blinked. Then one started to snicker. Finally, the three boys broke out in laughter.

"Hey, kid! Take a wrong turn?" one of them asked.

Heather's eyes welled up with tears. She wasn't sure, but she thought Chris might have just tricked her. Heather raced out of the bathroom, covering her eyes as the boys' laughter roared in her ears. The laughter didn't stop as she rushed into the hall and noticed Chris standing there. He, too, was laughing proving Heather's suspicion.

"Th-that wasn't funny," she said, voice wavering.

"Y-your right! It was hilarious!" Chris said, doubling over in laughter.

Heather sobbed and ran off in a flood of tears.

"Hey Heather! Just warnin' ya!" Chris yelled after her. "Mrs. Simpson is the meanest teacher on the planet. She EATS kids who are late to her class."

Heather stopped, and turned to look at Chris in horror.

"And you're quite a pudgy one. I'm sure she'd love to eat you!" he continued.

Heather wailed and ran away.

Chris stopped laughing and stared at the fleeing girl with a frown.

"Chris, you evil jerk," he said. Then he smiled proudly. "You HOT, evil jerk."

He walked off laughing maniacally.

That was just wrong, Chris!

I'm taking liberties by making Heather's mom mean. I got this idea since Heather's parents are partying in the letters to home because she's gone . Heather's basically a victim of middle child syndrome. Chelsea's the oldest and pretty so Heather's mom favors her over Heather. Damien's the baby so Heather's mom also favors him over Heather. Her dad's not in the fic, but he probably favors Damien since he's the boy.

NEXT CHAPTER:

Heather meets Chef, Mrs. Simpson (her teacher), Lindsay, Beth, Justin, Courtney, Noah, DJ, Duncan, Harold, Ezekiel (like i said, why he's in it if he's homeschooled will be explained in the last chapter), and I think that's it.