A young boy sighed, gazing from the window of a black sedan. He was small for his age and had a very high voice. In middle school it had taken him awhile to make any friends, despite his friendly nature. His eye lids drooped sadly over his baby blue eyes and he sniffed. He could only hope this school in New York would be easier. Lost in thought, he didn't notice as his ride came to a stop. Skipper looked back at the sad boy.

"Buck up Private and look alive. You're about to walk into the trecherous unknown. Isn't that exciting?"

Private blinked. "Oh. Yes sir...It's just that um...what if I don't make any friends?"

"What do you mean? You got Rico, Kowalski and I lookin out for you."

"Oh right. What was I thinking? Well here I go." He said sadly, sliding the door open.

The man sighed. "Private I'm sure you'll make plenty of freinds. Anyone of those kids out there would be lucky to have you as a freind."

"Thanks Skippah!" Private said lunging forward to hug the man.

"Alright solider you get in there and make me proud! You hear me?"

Private saluted. "Yes sir!" He marched up the steps. He was still worried, but Skipper's confidnce in him put a spring in his step.

Skipper shook his head, when Private marched up the steps it looked more like Skipping. Skipper was older than Private, who had just started his freshman year. They both had the same blue eyes and black hair, as did their other freinds Kowalski and Rico who were at the time, pulling into the student parking lot.

Kowalski looked a bit shaken, but Rico seemed disappointed that the ride was over. "Rico...tomorrow I drive."

"Awwwwww."

The shaken scientist stepped out. "And you have to pay for today's gas." He said flicking the meter.

Rico shrugged and pretended to turn out his pockets, as if they were empty. Of course, they weren't.

"Ah yes. Money is just one of the things that burns holes in your pockets. You did follow Skippers rule right? You didn't bring anything the school district considers a weapon?"

"Nope."

"Alright. Then we are free to go!" Kowalski stopped Rico as he began to walk away. "I meant free to go inside."

"Oh."

They walked inside together, but parted ways at the office.

"Huh?" Rico grunted as his teamate walked the other way.

"Oh. I sighned up for a tour. Uperclassmen get that if they don't start at the school." He said slighly smug.

"Whateva." Rico said. Kowalski was always bragging about having skipped a few grades, but Rico didn't really care.

Kowalski opened the office door, and before he even set foot in the room, he froze. The most beautiful girl he'd ever seen was leaning against the teachers boxes. She was dressed in tight, tight, figure fitting grey skinny jeans accented in blue. She wore a bule shirt with silver desighns on it. She had on a blue belt that matched her shirt, shoes, and eyes. She had light blond hair just past her shoulders that she flipped behind her as she scanned her clip board. Every inch of her was in perfect order. One could assume, and Kowalski did, that even her insides were symmetrical. (Save for her heart, pancreas, gall bladder, and appendix. As she only had one of each of those organs. But oh~ did she make him feel like he had ten hearts stuffed into his chest. True, that would kill him if it were the case, but-)

The beauty looked up. "Hi I'm Doris you must be Kowalski, the new Junior. Come on. I'll give you your tour."

Kowalski blinked, not having heard a single word she said. "Hi I'm Kowalsk,i I'm a junior, I'm new here."

Doris blinked her symetrical lashes. "Right...may I see your schedual?"

"Would you like to see my schedual?" He blurted, thrusting the paper forward.

"Thanks..." She said taking the paper between two manicured fingers. "Geometry with Mr. Jones. Room 304. Okay that's easy it's right down that hall-."

Kowalski pointed to the hall she had gestured to. "That's the three hundreth hall!"

Doris did her best to ignore his deperation. "Next you have...ah life sciences with Ms. Beckum . That's a portable. The portables are a bit complicated let me show you to her room."

"The portables are outside!"

Doris cringed internally as he followed at her heels to the outdoor classrooms. She stopped before one of the rooms. "This is Ms. Beckums room . Now your third period-." She sighed in relief as the bell rang. "Sorry Kowalski. Looks like the tours ended." Doris always strived to do her best pin stressful situations, but few things caused her more stress than what she was about to do. "Kowalski, do you have a cell phone?"

"Yes!"

"Great." She said grabbing his wrist and wrighting her number in neat blue strokes. "Text me if you can't find a class and I'll talk you through it. Here's a tardy pass. Have a great day!"

A few minutes after she was gone Kowalski snapped back to reality and rushed to class.

A few doors down from his own homeroom, Rico sat in his, groaning and watching the clock. Ten minutes without an explosion. He missed summer already. Not to mention, his teacher refused to accept his grunt as a here and had made him struggle through each letter as the other children laughed at him, and on only day one she had them taking notes. He had long since switched to doodling in his notebook. He drew himself tieing a bomb to the crotchety old lady. He laughed a little. His spirits lifting.

A cracked wrinkly hand slapped down on his notebook. He looked up at the hands unpleasent owner. "Uh-oh."