"Oh hey Alex! I haven't seen you all summer!"
I looked up from my chair-desk combo and smiled at the ginger haired boy in front of me. It was hard not to like Phineas Flynn. Many would say it wasn't possible, but I knew a few people who would disagree, though they did maintain a grudging respect for him, so I suppose that assessment could be considered true.
Behind him came his step-brother. The ever present Ferb Fletcher, who took his seat silently next to his brother. I nodded to him, and he glanced at the whiteboard in silent question.
I shrugged. I knew just about as much about this teacher as anyone did. She was new, a younger woman dressed casually in slacks and a blouse.
Isabella came in soon after, flouncing over to a few of her Fireside friends, but not before greeting the Flynn-Fletchers. She grinned at me, but she grinned at everyone.
And so started my first day of high school.
This isn't going to be a heavy invention centric fic, rather, just an outsiders perspective on the High School years of Phineas and Ferb and friends.