In this story, readers will find out two things: how Cory decided to become a teacher and how the Matthews met Mrs. Svorski, the Ukrainian baker from Girl Meets World. Please let me know what you think of the story by posting a review below, I would greatly appreciate it! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Dark grey clouds crowded the skies above New York City that Tuesday morning in mid-July, raindrops loudly pounding against the apartment and diminishing any other background noises. Raindrops streaked down the windows like turbulent waterfalls, blurring the views of the dreary city and watery roads below.

The only lights that were able to penetrate through the storm were the cozy, yellow glows coming from the windows of neighboring apartment buildings, the colorful flashes of traffic lights that reflected off of the flooded streets, and the occasional, white flickering of a plane's navigation light above the skyscrapers.

Meanwhile, Cory, Topanga, and Shawn were lounging on the couch, enjoying their morning routine of drinking coffee and watching Good Morning America! before Shawn and Topanga headed out for their shift at McDonald's. Since Cory had broken his foot during their first week in New York, Topanga had begun two-part time jobs in between her internship at the law firm. She had faired well so far, but in her opinion, the only thing that kept her sane was working in the relaxing atmosphere of Mrs. Svorski's Ukrainian bakery.

Topanga had discovered Svorski's Bakery a few days after Cory had broken his foot, when she had wandered inside order to escape a sudden downpour of rain. As she had collapsed into a booth, her head falling into her hands as she felt burdened by the stress of becoming the sole provider for herself and Cory, she heard someone slide into the chair across from her. Looking up, her eyes met the soft, kind, wrinkled eyes of an elderly woman.

A blue cloth was tied around her head like a headband, keeping back her blonde hair, which was pulled back into a bun at the time. She wore a colorful blouse covered in little, white, flower-like designs, along with an apron that matched the color of her headband.

"Is everything alright?" she asked gently, reaching out and softly touching Topanga's arm.

Topanga, startled by this random action of concern and kindness, straightened up and politely smiled at the woman. "Oh, I'm fine...who are you?"

"I'm Mrs. Svorski, and this is my Ukrainian bakery." She stretched out her arms and motioned around the room. The first thing Topanga noticed was how homey the place was, as lamps cozily lit the bakery instead of blinding overhead lights and multiple picture frames of sweetly smiling people hung on the walls.

"Come, now," Mrs. Svorski slowly rose from the booth and motioned for Topanga to follow her as she went behind a counter filled with all sorts tasty-looking pastries. She began to fix two cups of tea as she continued, "I sense there's something that is troubling you. What's the matter?"

Topanga was surprised to see that this woman was actually interested in her troubles, so she began to tell her about the rough start she and Cory had gotten off to in New York City. During the hour that she chatted with Mrs. Svorski, she felt relieved of all kinds of stress that had been weighing down on her shoulders.

When the rain finally stopped and she looked at her watch, Topanga realized she was very late to her shift at a coffee shop nearby. Sure enough, just as she had predicted, she was fired when she arrived there an hour late. However. that was completely fine by her, as she picked up the best job she had ever had, working alongside Mrs. Svorski in the afternoons.

Anyways, that was the first huge blessing that had been granted to Cory and Topanga during their first few weeks in New York, as the Svorski's Bakery even proved useful to Cory; in order to avoid boredom, he spent many an afternoon at the bakery during Topanga's shift, enjoying Mrs. Svorski's delicious pastries and cups of hot, flavorful tea.

Meanwhile, Shawn and Topanga had risen from the couch as Good Morning America! went on commercial break, beginning to tie their ties and put on their vests as they prepared for their shift together at McDonald's. Cory had hobbled on his crutches into the kitchen with them, grabbing a red marker and marking off another day on the calendar that hung on the fridge.

"One more week, and I can take off this stupid, sweaty cast!" Cory shouted ecstatically, pumping his fist into the air.

"Then you can finally take my place at that grease-hole-of-a-restaurant." Topanga remarked in disgust as she pulled her ponytail through her McDonald's hat.

"Nuh-uh, Topanga, you can keep McDonald's. I'm takin' over your shift at Mrs. Svorski's place." Cory slyly grinned at Topanga.

Topanga laughed a fake, snappy laugh. "Nice try, bud, but I'll break your other foot before I let you steal my job at Svorski's."

Cory chuckled under his breath, as he enjoyed teasing his wife when it came to working at McDonald's. She absolutely hated that place and wouldn't be caught dead eating a BigMac.

Turning his attention to scanning through their mail (another morning routine of his), Cory discovered a letter from Mr. Feeny.

"Hey, look," he held up the envelope before slicing it open, "here's one from Feeny."

Cory began to scan through the letter silently to himself:

"Dear friends,

I hope my letter finds all of you in good health and in positive spirits. Like always, Lila and I miss you all, and we look forward to your next visit.

Summer classes have nearly wrapped up here at Pennbrook, and as I reflect back on the summer, I feel something has changed in my life. The last 15 years have been some of the most challenging, yet extremely gratifying, years I have spent teaching, and I owe that to the fact that I have been teaching you all. While I have come to know and love many students during my 40 years of educating others, I have never felt such satisfaction and reward in teaching them as I have in teaching you all.

Now that my time of educating all of you has passed, teaching has taken on an empty, and somewhat pointless, feeling, making me realize that it is now truly time for me to retire.

My retirement party will be held next week on Thursday from 6:00PM until 10:00PM, and Amy and Alan have kindly offered to host it at their house. I hope to see you all there as we celebrate the best 43 years of my life.

Yours truly,

Mr. Feeny..."

The greatest man Cory knew was finally sitting down the books for a well-earned retirement. He couldn't think of anyone else in the world who deserved it more than Mr. Feeny.

"I had a feeling this day was coming soon..." Cory began, thoughtfully smiling to himself as his eyes were still fixed on the letter.

"What?" Topanga and Shawn expectantly stared at Cory, a look of panic showing in their eyes.

"Mr. Feeny is retiring."