Newt woke up and rolled out of bed. He failed in the pointless attempt to smooth down his bed head. He brushed his teeth, threw on some clothes, and took a bagel quickly grabbing his backpack on his way out of the door.
"See you later, mom," he yelled while bagel crumbs fell down the front of his shirt. He made his way to the bus stop as the cold, Montana wind whipped at his shirt. He regretted not wearing a jacket. Luckily, the bus rolled up to his stop just in time to save him from hypothermia. He stuffed the last of his bagel in his mouth and got onto the bus.
"Newt, I have told you at least a hundred times," he fumed, "no eating on my bus!"
He swallowed the last bit of bagel just in time, "I wasn't eating! I have no idea what you are talking about." He hurried back to his seat and the bus driver started to pull away before he sat down leaving him to stumble around and trip ever so gracefully into his seat. Newt pulled out Charles Dickens and started to read blocking out the rest of the rowdy children on the bus.
When he finally arrived at school he almost got a free ride back to the bus garage with his favorite person in the world. As the old bus driver was about to drive away Newt hopped out of his seat and ran off the bus.
"See you later, Mr. S!" He bounded off to first period with an impish grin still plastered to his face. When he got there he realized he forgot to study for a test over the moors. "Fantastic," he muttered to himself.
"Take your seats quickly," the teacher ordered, "we must get started right away. This is one extraordinarily long test." Newt groaned in unison with the other students in the class.
When the teacher passed out the tests Newt realized that even though it was long it seemed pretty easy. It was all multiple choice. He had to guess on at least two of them, but other than that all of the answers were most likely correct. He was the first to turn it in.
When second period rolled around something unusual happened.
"Class I'd like you to meet Jane," Newt's English teacher announced. There stood a down to earth looking girl with large ringlets of soft brown hair that bounced when she walked. She took a seat right next to him.
"Hi," she smiled warmly. He meant to say something, but all he could do was smile back. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Newt," he surprisingly answered.
"Cool, well it's nice to meet you Newt,"
"Yeah, um, same to you."
End of Chapter One