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1st Period: English

1st Period: English

2nd Period: Algebra 1-2

3rd Period: Mechanics

4th Period: Biology

5th Period: Whostery

6th Period: Group Therapy.

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As if being the Mayor's only son out of 97 children didn't make him weird enough, how many "normal" high school kids have "Group Therapy" on their school schedule? Not too many, in fact, Jojo wasn't even sure that "Group Therapy" was an actual class at Who Ville High School. He tugged on his dad's fur and handed him his schedule, giving him a blank stare. His dad looked over the piece of paper and made a face, not a confused face, almost, like, an angry face. Like he knew something about this, which did not make Jojo happy.

"Hey J-dawg, you mind showing me where the main office is?" his father asked, and maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't in a hot, pathetically air conditioned, jam packed, school cafeteria, where everyone heard his dad say it. He heard a few giggles, turned and glared, managing to shut up the entire room with one glance. He got up and walked out, leading his dad to the main office. There was a note on the front door that said "If you have any issues with schedules, please report to the Career Center". Jojo paled, he had enough trouble just finding the dang cafeteria, like he was honestly supposed to know where the "career center" was. Just like "group therapy", he didn't even know one existed.

"You know, all those times when I said you now owed me one more hour of therapy, I was joking," he heard a voice say. He turned around and saw a girl and her mother. The girl's mom had light brown fur, a pale blue dress, short turquoise hair, and green eyes, which squinted at the piece of paper. The girl had slightly darker brown fur, a black and aquamarine dress, dark brown, almost black hair, pulled back in a pony tail with her bangs bobby pined to the side, and brown-ish looking eyes. By the time Jojo realized he was staring, it was a bit too late. The girl raised her eyebrows at him, eyes half lidded. She did not look pleased to be in contact with other Whos. At least it was something he could relate too.

"Is the office closed?" her mother asked, giving his father a smile. Jojo glared at her mother, she seemed very fake. However, this was a slightly bad move on his part, because this made the girl glare at him. As the two teens gave each other angry stares, their parents completely oblivious, the girl finally smirked and diverted her attention to the paper taped on the door.

"The career center is near the Library," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Jojo glared at her, she was probably a 10th or 11th grader, and already knew the campus. Jojo's dad grinned and said thanks, extending his hand to the girl. She seemed honestly surprised by his act of kindness, and her eyes even got a bit wide, but she shook his hand anyway, giving him a smirk that Jojo imaged was her smile. The girl quickly let go of his hand and turned around, walking away, her mother speed walking to catch up with her. Her mom must have said something funny because the girl laughed out loud, making Jojo glare, thinking they were talking about him.

"We should follow them, they know where they're going," his father said, walking after the two girls. Jojo reluctantly followed, glaring at the teenage Who's back. She may seem like him, but that didn't mean he had to like her. Besides, she was probably older than him, and what would be the point in making friends in grades higher than you, if you're only going to lose them in a year or two when they graduate? So far the only good thing about the girl was that she knew where she was going. She led them right to the career center, which had CAREER CENTER stencil spray painted dark blue on a light blue piece of cardboard or drywall above the door. Well, at least now he'd know one room besides the cafeteria when he actually attended school here.

The girl walked inside, but her mom held the door open for Jojo and his dad, something Jojo was almost certain the daughter would not do. His dad gave that grin he always did and thanked her mother, holding the door open for her in return. Leaving the two teens standing there, glaring at each other in the middle of the room. The girl smirked again, like she knew something he didn't, and she probably did, but that didn't mean she had to shove it in his face. On the desk was a piece of paper that had a bunch of names and grades on it. She grabbed the pen and scribbled down her name, waiting for her mom before choosing the very back table and sitting down. Jojo signed the paper after her, following her lead, and was surprised when he saw the name "Elaine Benson – 9th" written before him.

"She knows a lot for a freshman," his dad said, reading the paper over his son's shoulder. "I figured she would at least be a sophomore,". Jojo growled and signed "Jojo O'Malley-McDodd – 9th" under her name, now he was really embarrassed, not only was this girl as anti social as he was, maybe a bit more, because he usually gave people blank stares more than glares, but she knew more about the school then him, and was only a freshman. She didn't look like the type to fail a grade, so he ruled that possibility out. He took a seat at a table that only had two other people at it. A boy with long light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and what he could only assume was the kid's father. Both looked extremely pissed off, and he made a mental note not to mess with that kid.

Jojo's dad was strumming his fingers on the table, and looking around the room, occasionally muttering random things, and Jojo really wished that his mother was here instead. At least she'd be quiet. He looked around the room. There were about four kids, him being the last. The other freshman girl and her mom were whispering in the back, and smiling. Well, her mom was smiling, she was giving those half smirks. She looked over and raised her eyebrows, making Jojo blush and look away. He really needed to stop staring at people. He just knew it was going to get him in trouble in High School.

A counselor came out of the office and almost threw her papers in the air when she saw Jojo's father.

"Mr. Mayor!" she yelped, "I didn't know you were here!"

By now everyone in the room was staring at Jojo, and he actually saw Elaine smile. She was enjoying every minute of this.

"Um, I'll be right back," she stuttered, and retreated from the door she came from. A few minutes later, the chairman walked through the door, and right before he gave a disgustingly fake smile to Jojo and his father, his eyes met Elaine and her mothers, and Elaine glared when her mother lowered her head, almost in shame.

"Mr. Mayor, would you, Miss Benson, and your children please follow me?" the chairman asked, giving that creepy smile again. Ned glanced at the two Bensons, and nodded, following the chairman, the other three following. The chairman sat them all down in a small room in the main office.

"I hope you've all been acquainted," he said, giving Elaine's mom a glance.

"It takes a Who 10 seconds to make a first impression that stays with them for the rest of their lives, we've been acquainted enough," Elaine said icily. Making her mom wince and Ned and the chairman's eyebrows raise. Jojo stifled a laugh, maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

So, it's gonna be longer than my other stories, and this will be actual chapters, and I don't know if I'm gonna make Jojo and Elaine together or not. It'll be more of a friendship story.