Sequel to Chris Halliwell. Took a while to write it, but I'm getting around to writing again. I've just been out of the whole updating thing. Yeah, it kinda sucks. Okay, it really sucks, but here it is.

Christopher Perry - 13
Wyatt Matthew- 28

Chris woke up to his alarm blaring. First day of 8th grade. Ugh! He hates school so much, especially since its normal school. He's been asking his dad to send him to Magic School, but he keeps saying no. He just says he needs to attend normal school and that's that.

He hit snooze and laid his head back on his pillow with a soft sigh. Maybe Wyatt over slept. Yeah right, who's he kidding? His never over sleeps, only under sleeps. It's so not fair, he always manages to bust Chris when he tries to sneak out or go somewhere.

"Chris, rise and shine." His dad's voice came with a rasping at his door.

"Go away!" he groaned, burying his head under his pillow. Then the door opened and his dad rubbed his back a little.

"Early bird gets the worm." Wyatt said

"Wha?" Chris asked, still half asleep.

"It means get out of bed before I pull you out of it." Wyatt said and Chris moved his head and looked up at his dad. His chocolate hair messy and everywhere, he rubbed his honey eyes and yawned.

"Can't you ever over sleep?" Chris mumbled

"No, sorry bud. Get up and get dressed." Wyatt said, leaving the room. Chris sighed and sat up, his bare feet touching the cold wooden floor and he instantly pulled his feet up to his chest.

"No way I'm touching this floor." He said and he orbed slippers on his feet before he got up and stumbled over to his closet, tossed on a clean outfit and walked downstairs. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, a dark green jacket, dark blue jeans and green converses. He totally forgot about his hair.

"Woah, what happened to your hair?" Phoebe asked her great nephew.

"Huh?" Chris asked, and Phoebe lightly slapped his head.

"Wake up bed head." Then she walked downstairs.

"Bed head?" he asked and then he walked into the bathroom and sighed when he saw his disheveled hair. "Screw personal gain." And he his hair was nice and smooth and not a hair out of place. "Nah, too perfect." And he shook his head and not it was nicely messed up.

"Perfect."

Chris walked to the front of his school with his bag slung over his shoulder.

"Here I come prison." He muttered and he walked over to a picnic table and set his bag down. He sat down and looked around, everyone was running around and talking and getting reacquainted. He should probably say hey to his friends…Nah. They really want to talk to him they'll find him.

"Hi Chris." A group of extremely hot cheerleads said, walking past him.

"Hey." He said, he was quite possibly the hottest guy in school. All girls liked him...if they liked guys.

Then a good-looking guy sat next to him and Chris smiled.

"Hey Ty." Chris said, and Tyler patted his back.

"How you doin' Halliwell?" he asked with a smirk.

"Halliwell?" Chris asked, getting a bad feeling.

"Yeah, isn't it going to be weird having Mr. Halliwell here?" Tyler asked and Chris groaned, bad feeling right.

"You have no idea." Chris said

Wyatt was going to a teacher this year. A history teacher and Chris knew his dad was going to end up being one of his teachers, which means he won't get away with anything in his worst subject. He always gives the Social Studies teachers a hard time, it's his thing. All the teachers know it, even if they are the ones teaching that class. They've all heard stories about thee Chris Halliwell. He was born to cause trouble.

"Chris! Heads up!" Quinn Mann yelled and Chris quickly looked in the direction and caught a football before it could hit him.

"Dude! One word! Practice!" Chris yelled, throwing it back to him and Tyler laughed and Chris smiled.

Wyatt Halliwell walked into the school, nervous as ever. Sure, he can handle Chris, but like 387 students? That's another quest on its own.

He headed for the office to find out which room he had and to pick up all his schedules and class lists.

"Can I help you?" a woman asked

"Yeah, I'm a new teacher." Wyatt said

"Wyatt?" the lady asked

"Yep." And she smiled.

"Good luck." And she handed him a medium sized box. (AN: I honestly have no idea what new teachers do. I'm a pain in the butt student. Not teacher.)

"Thanks." He muttered and he turned and walked out. The box had his room number written on it, 715 (AN: Cough cough, not my U.S. History class room number, never! Hehe)

He stopped a group of teachers down his hall, so he continued walking, they all looked at him.

"You new?" a guy asked

"Yeah." Wyatt said nodding.

"I'm David." He said, and Wyatt shook his hand.

"Wyatt."

"I'm Lisa, that's Randy, Jake, and Miranda."

"Nice to meet you."

"How old are you?" Miranda asked, "You look really young."

"Not really. I'm 28."

"You are young! Welcome to the teacher club." Jake laughed

"Thanks." Wyatt said with a smile.

"What subject do you have?"

"Uhh Social Studies." Wyatt said, and they all said, "Ouch!"

"What?" he asked, nervously.

"You have the worst kid in the world. He's a total pain in the butt for social studies teachers." Randy said

"What's his name?" Wyatt asked, so he can watch out for him.

"Chris Halliwell."

Wyatt froze and he started laughing.

"What?" Lisa asked

"Christopher Halliwell? He's the pain in the butt?" Wyatt asked, unable to stop smiling.

"Yeah…why?"

"My names Wyatt Halliwell." He said and their mouths dropped open.

"How are you related to him?"

"He's my son. So I think I can keep control of him." Wyatt said with a smirk. They laughed.

"Chris has finally met his end." Jake laughed

"Oh yeah. He tries anything I think a months grounding would work." Wyatt smiled

"Don't you love that? I wish my kid was in my classes." Miranda said

Then the 10-minute bell rang.

"I gotta go get ready. Nice meeting you all." Wyatt said and they said bye and Wyatt walked into his classroom. He looked around and smiled slightly.

Then he set his stuff down, took it out, and looked through the class lists for his son. He spotted Chris name in his 3rd period class.

"Perfect."

"This day is lasting too long." Chris complained

"Yeah!" Whitney agreed

"Who do you have next?" Chris asked

"Ummm…Mr. Jackson." She said, "You?"

"Uhhh." Chris said taking his schedule out and he paled. "My dad."

"Oh, good luck." She said, before she walked off and Chris trudged to his dad's class room. He was the first one and saw his dad sitting at his desk with his feet up on his desk, reading a magazine. He walked to the back and set his stuff down.

"Hey dad." He said, and Wyatt looked at him and smiled.

"Hey bud. Hope you'll go easy on me." Wyatt said and Chris smiled.

"If your lucky." He said

"Well, in here I'm Mr. Halliwell, got it?" Wyatt asked and Chris nodded.

"Yes sir." He said, saluting and students started piling in.

Once the bell rang, Wyatt stood up and walked to the front and they all went silent.

"Hey all. I'm Mr. Halliwell, raise your hand when I say your name…Beth Aarons?"

"Here." And she rose her hand, and went through them, skipping Chris.

"Anyone I miss?" he asked and Chris raised his hand. "I got you already."

"Okay, anyone have any questions?" and hands shot up.

"Uhh…Marie." He said and she smiled.

"How old are you?" she asked in a daze staring at Wyatt.

"I'm 28 and way to old for any of you." He said, "Jack."

"Is Chris your son?" he asked

"Yes he is."

"Lucky." A girl whispered to Chris, who snorted in reply.

"Does he get off easy in here?"

"Uhh no. Trust me he'll get in trouble as easy as the rest of you…right Chris?"

"Yes m'am." He said, causing everyone to laugh, and Wyatt just sighed and sat on the edge of his desk.

"Right Christopher?" he asked again.

"Yes Mr. Halliwell." He said, knowing when his dad used his full name he meant business. Wyatt then smiled.

"Anyone else?" Chris raised his hand. "Anyone?" Chris waved his hand. "No one has a question?"

"Dad pick me!" Chris whispered loudly, some people sniggered. Wyatt sighed.

"Chris." He said

"Yeah it's not so much a question as a statement, I need lunch money." Chris said and Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"I gave it to you this morning."

"Right." Chris said

"I'll talk about it later. Now. Books, moan and groan." Wyatt said and they all moaned.

"Luckily you won't be using them for a while." Everyone cheered. "When I call out your name come get one."

"Beth, Allison, Ethan, Collin and Ryan." He said and they all walked up and grabbed a book and Wyatt wrote down the number. "Sam, David, Kyle, Wendy, Mary, Liz and Christopher."

Chris sighed and he got up, grabbed a book, and turned to leave.

"Chris." Wyatt said and he turned to look at him. "Book number."

"666." He said

"Christopher, book number. I'm not playing around in here. Got it?" Wyatt asked and Chris sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, 283." He said

"Thank you." Wyatt said and Chris walked back to his seat.

The class passed without any more problems, Chris keeping quiet and behaving…at least for this class.

Lunch approached quickly. Chris was heading the lines with his friends when he remembered he had no money.

"I'll be back." And he ran down the halls to his dad's room. Wyatt was in there with Mrs. Robinson(Lisa), Mr. Derbyshire(Randy), Hr. Hall(David), Mr. Thomas (Jake), and Ms. Evans. He froze at the door.

This is bad, so very bad.

"Uhh dad." He said and everyone looked at him. "Or is it Mr. Halliwell?"

"Dad for now." Wyatt said

"Oh, I need lunch money, I accidentally left the money at home." Chris said and Wyatt pulled out his wallet and Chris walked over to him. Wyatt handed him a 20.

"Thanks, bye."

"Chris!" Wyatt said and Chris turned to look at him. "Be good for your other teachers alright?"

Chris just pouted, but nodded. "Yeah yeah yeah." He said

"Promise Chris." Wyatt said and Chris groaned and tilted his head to the side.

"Dad honestly. I'm 13, my life is about causing problems." Chris said and Wyatt looked at him.

"I promise." He mumbled, walking out of the room.

"Any problem with him, tell me." Wyatt said

"Done deal." David said and they went back to eating.

Chris was walking around the school looking for his dad. He sighed and sensed for him and realized he was in the bathroom, luckily not the teacher one. He wants to know if his dad can give him a ride. He walked into the bathroom and Wyatt walked out of the stall.

"Hey." Wyatt said, washing his hands.

"Hey dad, can you give me a ride?" Chris asked

"Yeah." Wyatt said, and he dried his hands and looked at Chris. "Let's go." And they headed out of the bathroom and to the main doors.

"So, I heard you were good today." Wyatt said, putting an arm around Chris's shoulders.

"You did ask me to be right?" Chris asked, looking up at his dad.

"Right. I just thought you'd forget about it." Wyatt said

"Maybe tomorrow I'll have some fun." Chris said

"Nothing to big okay?" Wyatt asked and Chris nodded.

"M'kay." He said

"Overall was it that bad having me at school with you?" Wyatt asked

"Nah, not bad at all really." Chris said, "I got lunch money and a ride."

"You're so privileged." Wyatt laughed

"I know." Chris said and they made it to the doors. Chris smirked.

"Race you to the car old man." Chris said

"Who are you calling old?" Wyatt asked with a smile.

"Yes or no?" Chris asked and Wyatt started running.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Chris's voice echoed through the school and he took off running after his dad.

Your thoughts? Should I keep going or not? Tell me with a review.