A/N: Okay, so I've noticed that lots of people write about our favorite squints in high school, and even in elementary school. Everyone forgets the most important years--junior high. The time when we start to define ourselves, and discover who we are. Now, why wouldn't somebody write about the squints in high school? Well, I've decided to. So, here we go with the first chapter of my fic, Junior High. (Yeah, I know, crappy title.)

Oh, by the way, this fic is set as if they were all teenagers during our time. Meaning the year 2007, not 1970-something. Sorry if that disappoints you.

Disclaimer: If I owned BONES, do you think I would be a teenage geek with no life:stare: On second thought, don't answer that...

WAKING UP

Temperance Brennan shifted in her bed, her long auburn locks tangling upon her white feather pillow. She cracked open one eye, focusing on her digital alarm clock. The time was flashing, and Tempe was amazed.

4:45 AM

Tempe groaned and pulled a second pillow over her eyes. She didn't have to get up until at least six o'clock. That way she had enough time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and make sure she had all her things ready. But of course, nerves were going to keep her up.

Finally deciding sleep wasn't going to come, Tempe flung the pillow off her face. A comforter was thrown to the end of the bed, and the lamp on the bedside table came on. Rubbing the remains of sleep from her eyes, the twelve-year-old girl stood and walked to her closet. Her outfit for the first day of seventh grade had been selected the night before, so it was all on a hanger in the front of her closet. She grabbed the jean and tee shirt ensemble, then opened the door to her room.

Judging by the obnoxious snores coming from the other end of the hallway, Russ was still sound asleep. Of course he's still asleep, Tempe thought to herself. He doesn't have to worry about not making a fool of himself. Russ doesn't have to worry about anything except passing tenth grade. Tempe turned towards the linen closet, grabbing a towel and washcloth. If she wasn't going to be able to sleep, she might as well be clean.

30 Minutes Later...

Tempe emerged from the bathroom, gently pulling a brush through her only slightly damp mass of curls. Her outfit consisted of a black AC/DC tee shirt, light blue jeans, and a pair of black converse sneakers. She left her hair swinging free around her face, pushing it back over her shoulders. Walking silently, Tempe lightly jumped over the creaky step on the staircase. The kitchen light was on, and she entered, realizing her father must have forgotten to turn the light off after doing the dishes the night before.

Five minutes later, Tempe was munching on Strawberry Delight Mini Wheats, a piece of toast, and a pear. The phone was tantalizingly close, and temptation was starting to chip away at her resolve. Before she could give herself a chance not to, she snatched up the phone and dialed the familiar number.

It was ringing. She couldn't very well hang up while it was ringing...

Angela Montenegro was awake. In fact, she was wide-awake. Having been unable to sleep from her overwhelming excitement, she'd spent the entire night creating her new masterpiece. It was a blend of wild colors, overlapping each other, clearly showing the feeling of not being able to sit still. Just looking at it made her want to move, dance, anything. The young girl stood, her tanned legs coming from a pair of mesh shorts. Her dark hair was in a high ponytail, and her skinny wrists were covered with big-beaded bracelets. Glancing at the time, she noted it was 5:30. Nice. Suddenly, Ange's cell phone started blaring out 'Girfriend' by Avril Lavigne.

Ange jumped across the room. Pressing the send button, she raised the phone to her ear. "Sweetie, I was totally about to call you," Ange said truthfully, a faint laugh in her voice.

"Really?" she heard Tempe ask, a faint note of surprise in her voice.

"Yeah."

"Nervous?"

"No, you?"

"Well, of course."

"Don't be. I'll keep you safe."

"Thanks Ange."

They both hung up at the same time, silently communicating the conversation was over. Oddly, Tempe felt completely comforted by the 24 word discussion. She set down the phone and continued eating her cereal.

A/N: Alright, guys, there you have it. The first chapter of my first multi-chap fanfic. This is actually my second fanfic, so I would really appreciate some feedback. Please.

Yours Truly,

Long-Lost Squint