Ok. This is the sequel to "What A Good Girl Can Get Herself Into" so you should probably go read that first if you haven't. You'll probably be lost.
Rocky's POV
I can finally be a principal! Even though Thomas is in the eigth grade and Lola's in sixth and...wait? Do you know I have a daughter? Probably not. Yep, he name's Lola. Lola's entering the sixth and Thomas is entering the eighth grade. It's hard to believe I know. Trust me.
Deuce is a teacher in the sixth grade. Lola's really doesn't want to have her own father, but I think it would be a good thing. I mean I know he wouldn't let her cheat or anything. If anything he'd be really tough on her and that's what she needs. She's a pretty good student, but she's not like I was in school.
Deuce teaches sixth grade Language Arts. Mine and Lola's worst subject, but Deuce and Thomas's best.
Today is the day Lola and Thomas get their schedule's for the new school year. For Thomas it's just a boring piece of paper that means absoultly nothing, but for Lola it means a lot. She's actually excited about Middle School. She says "Maybe I won't be treated like such a little child anymore."
I go out to get the mail. There they are. I grab them from the mailbox and head back inside. "Their here" I yell up the stairs. We live in a nice house by the beach in Flordia. We moved away from Chaicago two years ago when my mother and father were killed in a car accident. Of course I was devistated but luckily I had Deuce beside me to confort the fall. I have to say, Deuce has been there beside me through thick and thin, and hope I can always be there for him.
Lola hurridly runs down the stairs, while Thomas drags all the way down. Might I explain what they look like? Thomas is really tall and thin, with bleach blonde hair (don't ask me where it came from), and has Deuce's skin complexion. Lola on the other hand s normal height with deep black hair, and she has a dark skin complexion just like me.
Thomas grabs the scheduele from my hand like it's nothing important will Lola excitedly grabs it. I know it's hard to believe, but she kind of acts like me when it comes to school. Thomas drags back up the stairs while Lola stays down stairs and tears open the letter.
Lola grabs the schedule out of the envolope and reads through the names. She knows all of the teachers names by hand because of Deuce. All of a sudden I see an unhappy look on her face. "What's wrong" I ask. "Mom, I have dad twice!" "What" I ask as I grab the schedule from her hand, and sure enough she was right. For homeroom and Language Arts. "Mom, can't you have them change my schedule or something?" "I'm sorry, I can't sweetie." Just then she storms off the stairs to a room. "Great" I think.
