Ok, so Fern has always been my favorite character from Arthur, so I though, why not make a story about her? This is just the start, explaining how the Arthur gang has changed and how Fern sees things, the next chapters will be better and longer and will start to get into the plot. How the characters dress and look is taken from the episode where it showed them in the future when they were 13.
Lakewood High School, the sign read. Fern adjusted the backpack that was slung across her shoulder and she gulped. After a long summer spent in Crown City she was coming back and starting High School as a freshman. Prunella had already warned them how hard it was being a freshman, and Fern was nervous. She turned to look at the parking lot when she heard a car roll up and saw it was, instead, a limo.
She recognized Bailey as he stepped out of the car and opened the door for Muffy. She flipped her long, auburn hair over her shoulder as she looked around the school. Fern noticed how long her hair had grown during the summer, and that she didn't have it in braids anymore. Muffy turned and squealed in excitement when she saw Francine, who was walking up the stairs. Francine was wearing a skirt, something Fern thought she would never see, and instead of the usual clips she used to wear in her hair, she had it curled at the end. Has everyone changed in only one summer? Fern thought to herself.
"Hey, Fern!" someone called out. Fern turned to see Arthur locking his bike up at the bike rack, alongside Buster who was chaining his bike to one of the poles. Fern smiled as she waved to Arthur and Buster. They looked about the same as when Fern left in the summer, the only difference was they looked more mature now and their 'fashion sense,' as Muffy would call it, had changed a bit.
Fern took a deep breath as she walked up the stairs of the new school and looked around. She looked to her right and saw Binky bullying another freshman into giving him his lunch money. He looked more mature and had a cooler look, with a leather jacket and sunglasses to complete the 'bad boy' look, but Fern could see he hadn't changed one bit. The scared kid quickly gave Binky the money before running off. Well, I guess some things never change, Fern thought to herself as she shook her head.
She looked down at her schedule for what felt like the hundredth time since she got it only a couple days ago and looked for the number of her homeroom class. Three hundred fifteen, she read, and then scanned the numbers on the doors that lined the hallway.
When she came to the room with the number she peeked in the window and found it empty, except for one student who was early: Brain. He was sitting in the front row, a pencil and paper already on his desk as he sat up straight in his seat and waited for class to start. Like the others, only his taste in clothes seemed to change. He was wearing a t-shirt and an undone, button-up shirt over it with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Fern smiled to herself. Ok, so maybe not everything had changed; most of her friends from elementary still seemed the same. After all, it'd only been one summer, and how much can something-or someone-really change in one summer?