Um… This is my first fic that is entirely NOT anime, I guess you could say I'm taking a bit of work off my head, but Ned's Declassified SSG is one of my favorite sitcoms of all time!!! (Looking out in a dreamy way) So let me get started with my name! My pen name is Anime-tanaka, but since we're not in an anime category and this category (TV Shows) actually holds something special in me, you can call me 'Tani'! ( My nickname)
Wish me luck! Oh, and before I forget, flames are HIGHLY appreciated…
Disclaimer: I do not own Ned's Declassified SSG; all the copyrights have been submitted thoroughly and accordingly by Nickelodeon… So no way do I have a chance into getting my hands on the show… Devon + Lindsey ULTIMATE PAIR! He he… sorry
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Chapter 1: The Connection
"Sigh… I didn't know the staircases were that long here." She thought.
Jennifer Moseley came up to the third floor, sighing a little. Taking in the different sights and sounds around her, she tried to brush past the other foreign students, with little effort. She held her binder close to her, trying not to bump into others. She spotted a random friendly face, and then decided to try to talk to the girl.
"Excuse me, do you know where the administration office is?" she gave a polite smile to the girl with glasses.
"Oh, are you new here?" the girl inquired in a funny accent as if she had a cold. Jennifer looked down to her binder and nodded in reply.
"Okay, it's just about in the end of this hallway…" she trailed off trying to stand on her tiptoes to get a good look at the room she spoke of, giving up, she turned to the girl beside her and said, "Um, but I can always take you there, since there are such a lot of people here today."
"No thanks, you've helped me enough already. Thank you again." She gave a smile and turned on her way to the little way of the floor. The girl pushed her glasses up her nose bridge in thought as the girl with the big brown orbs walked away.
"She's a nice girl… Oh dear, I forgot to ask for her name." Lisa Zemo pondered aloud, all the while reaching in her bag for her inhaler.
"Here is your locker code and class schedule, Ms. Moseley. I hope you have a great first day in James K. Polk Middle School." The secretary bid a take care before Jennifer took off for homeroom.
"I sure doubt that…" as she walked out the room,she gave a small smile to know her locker was close to the Woodshop room, a kind of favorite elective she's always had considered as a passion. After finishing the code, she motioned to open her locker door, but to no avail. She tried pulling for it once more, but no budge whatsoever.
"Darn it, open up, you stupid locker!" she muttered under her breath. Then gave it a last punch.
"Here, let me help you with that." A voice behind her let up. Jennifer looked behind her and saw a tall smart-looking boy with a foreign thing stuck to his glasses. She unwillingly made space for the boy to come forth and do his stuff. The boy first observed the surface then knocked on it; Jennifer could only raise an eyebrow.
"I see what's wrong now… There." He patted on the lock twice and nodded to himself for the success.
"Wow, you actually opened the stubborn thing. Thanks, you must be a genius." She turned to the smiling boy then transferred her books to her new locker.
"Just remember to pat twice on the locker if ever you counter any situations like these. If all else fails, just call me." The girl could only give a polite smile at his words, until he frowned a bit. "Hold on, you're new here, aren't you?" the girl nodded.
"Yeah."
"Wow, we don't usually get any new students around this neighborhood. My name's Simon Cook. You are?" he offered a hand.
"Jennifer Moseley. I just moved here." She shook his hand in return.
"So that explains it. You live in?"
"Right close to a small park nearby this place." She gave off, starting to feel comfortable around the friendly boy.
"You don't happen to live beside a house where there's that swing in the porch, do you?"
"How did you know? I do. Do you live close to my street?" she asked, getting a little excited at the start of a new day.
"I don't, I just have a friend who lives in that house. Do you know him by any chance?" asked he.
"I think I haven't seen anybody go out of the house yet, funny though, I would usually be out on my porch." She trailed on.
"Oh." He nodded in understanding.
"Anyway, Simon—"
"Oh, you can call me Cookie, everybody does." He closed his locker.
"Right, Cookie… Are you in the seventh grade?"
"Yeah, you too?"
"Yup." She grinned.
"Who do you have homeroom class with?" he asked, slinging on his large backpack.
"Um, Mr. Sweeney."
"Hey, I can take you there. My room's just close to that hallway."
"That'd be great. Thanks."
"It's all right." Then they both headed off to the East Wing of the building.
"Thanks again for taking me to my room, Cookie."
"No problem, I'll see you at lunch, later?"
"Totally." The she gave a wave off. "Mom, I'm starting to like Atlanta."
She turned to a seat near the window, looking past the chatting and lively faces. She breathed in as a stray breeze contacted with her face, and started to think of the old days in Kansas. "I'm missing mom already… I have to start out on my own. I just have to. Besides, I'm Jennifer Moseley, ex-captain of the volleyball team." The girl gave herself a mental reassuring pat on the back.
Even before the bell rang, Jennifer already heard voices speaking all at once at a new arrival of some sort.
"Hey, Ned!"
"Bigby, I thought you wouldn't be back until next month!"
"Hey, maestro!"
"What? - But- I- thought- you- were- dead! –They- said- you- disappeared- in- the- midst –of-time!"
Jennifer had to stifle a laugh at the thought of 'the midst of time'. Who the heck is this maestro/Bigby/Ned/dead person?
Jennifer shrugged off the thought, reminding herself that all she wants is to get through middle school then go straight to California for high school with her best friend, minus the attention and the trouble. Her thoughts were dropped off when she heard a thud beside her spot.
By instinct, she had to turn blankly at the source of the sound…
…Never knowing the person beside her could absolutely make her life turn upside down.
"Once again, Martin, I did not disappear in the midst of time! What the heck made you thought of that?" Ned Bigby rolled his eyes then laid his head to his right of the window, but then he could only see bored brown orbs looking strangely at him.
"Um… hi? Have we met before?"
…Then she thought how amazing it was when his eyes would quickly look up to hers and speak so naturally.
Is he for real?
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I'm proud to say that I'm finished! So please leave out a review, I know this chapter is boring, but this is just the beginning! Please give it a chance, I enjoyed writing it… I just hope you like it!
Tani signing out! Take care!
