Since I had written a story for Parker and Katy it seemed natural to do one for Izzie and Harry. Harry's will be written soon. The inspiration for this story was one of my favorite childhood books in which the main character goes through changes in her life while writing a school project on the Victorians. But I won't do the Victorians.

Set in late 2024 on Izzie's first day of 6th grade so she is nearly 11, where she encounters a new strict teacher, an annoying pest of a boy and discovers an interest in a book about life during WWII. I'm not certain what the American curriculum is for history in the US (I'm from the UK) and I tried to look online but nothing was helpful so I do apologise if this is a little unrealistic. I think events like WWII would be covered in both so it seemed to be the right topic.

Disclaimer: Don't own Bones nor will I ever. Nor do I have rights to the book this was based on.

"Izzie come on you'll be late for your first day." Brennan called just as her daughter was putting her pencil case in her bag.

"I'll be a minute Mom." she called back and she grabbed her hair bobble from her desk before running down stairs to breakfast.

"Where is the fire?" Booth said laughing a little when she nearly fell from her seat while trying to tie her hair back.

"I just need to get to school so I can save a seat for Laura." Izzie said taking a bite of toast.

"You completely forgot the rota. Last year, Izzie sat next to Kathy, Karen sat next to Laura and they swap every year. It's the same system they have had since first grade." Katy explained to her father.

"Oh yeah the rota." Booth mumbled into his coffee.

"Well, unless you want to aggravate your teacher on your first day." Brennan said. "It's a shame that Mrs Brockman couldn't teach you. She did a good job with Katy."

"Well, she could barely fit behind the desk anymore and her tummy button was sticking out." Izzie said. "What do you think would happen if you press it and the baby just popped out?"

"It would make life so much easier." Brennan said. "Come on the three of you. I don't want you getting into trouble on your first day." Brennan grabbed her bag and everyone else followed her out the door and into the car.

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Izzie walked into her new classroom and came face to face with a woman with gray hair, brown skirt, tweed jacket, white blouse and sensible black heels. This was the type of teacher you wouldn't dare mess with under any circumstances.

"Well this isn't a good way to start the year is it?" the teacher said.

"I beg your pardon?" Izzie asked looking confused.

"Your shirt is not tucked in and you are three minutes late." responded the teacher.

"We aren't considered late until 20 minutes past." the child tried to explain in a helpful manner.

"You are certainly not up to a good start. First you are late, second you are not dressed presentably and thirdly you are arguing back. My name is Ms Blackley. What is your name?"

"Izzie, Miss."

"For future reference, it is Ms Blackley. What is your actual name?"

"Izzie Booth."

"Is Izzie your birth name?"

"No, it is my nickname."

So what is your birth name?"

"Isabel Booth… Ms Blackley." Izzie said dully. "But everyone calls me Izzie. Two z's and an ie at the end."

"Well, I'm going to call you Isabel, Isabel. In my class we do things differently. Starting off, I am going to put you in alphabetical order in terms of seating." Ms Blackley held up her clip board and started to arrange the children in order. "Anthony Aden, you will sit at the front next to Gwen Ashford." the two children sighed and went to their table. It was inevitable that Izzie would not be able to sit by Laura nor Kathy since Laura's surname was Wilson and Kathy was a Hodgins. Kathy would most likely have to sit next to her twin Damon. Maybe she could get to sit by Karen since she was a Burrow, but to no avail. "Robert Backstroke, you are on the desk behind Lauren and Alexander with Isabel Booth."

Izzie's face could not have turned white faster. Robert Backstroke was the most stuck up, ass kissing, smarmy boy Izzie had ever met. She had tried to be nice to him in the past but he always shoved her off for being a little common. She had pointed out numerous times that just because she has a similar way of talking as her father, did not mean she was common. Her parents were just as rich as Robert's parents. It's just they had a more upper class accent than her parents.

"Great." she said in sarcasm.

"Izzie Booth, joy." Robert said in equal sarcasm.

She sat in her seat and sulked, not even bothering to say hello to Robert.

Once everyone was allocated seats (surprisingly, Kathy and Damon were not seated together), Ms Blackley wrote on the board the tasks for the day. First it was poems then history and a lot of other boring stuff that she didn't really care about.

The poem they had to do was about a train, though no one actually guessed it. Izzie actually knew what it was; she was just in too much of a mood to even answer.

"Right, class, for your history lessons up until Christmas, we'll be studying World War 2, looking particularly at the lives of the people that fought at home rather than in the battlefield. Can any one of you tell me which person ruled Germany from 1933-1945?" Ms Blackley asked

Izzie put her hand up and waited for Ms Blackley to let her answer the question but she was interrupted.

"Ms Blackley, it was Adolf Hitler." Robert said and Izzie felt the heat rushing to her cheeks in anger.

"You are correct Robert but in the future, may you please use manners and put your hand up first." Ms Blackley said to him. "Yes the ruler of Germany was Adolf Hitler. Nazi Germany was a time of great fear for a majority of people…

Izzie listened as her teacher droned on. Every question that was asked, Robert answered it and she was on the verge of snapping him in half.

"I hope you are listening Isabel." Ms Blackley said.

"I am Ms Blackley." Izzie replied.

"Ok, so what I would like you all to do is a project that is due in before Christmas break. I am writing some suggestions for you to do your own research and I am supplying some books to help you with." the teacher lifted up a box full of book and began to write on the white board behind her. "The subjects you can talk about are school, home, food, toys and books, the family, courtship, law and order,

Izzie made a note of all the topics but was knocked when Robert shot his hand in the air too enthusiastically. "Ms Blackley can we do them all?"

"Yes Robert you may." Ms Blackley responded.

Izzie got out her seat and walked to the box and scrambled through it before she found a book with a girl on the front. It was a book on life during World War Two. Flicking through the book she found an idea for her project. She was going to write a short story on life during World War Two.

I won't go into details on the story since this is supposed to be about Izzie rather than the project itself. I may do extracts here and there but it isn't the main focal point of this fanfic. But I hope this is a decent enough start.