Snoopy looked down from the air vent. The last time he tried doing this, he caught his finger in the ring of his binder and was kicked out by Lucy. That was the day Charlie Brown met The Little Red Haired Girl, and the day he found his typewriter and wrote his first story. Today was the first day of Grade 7 for everyone except Sally, who was in Grade 5.

Snoopy slowly unscrewed the bolts from the vent, took it out, and peered down. Right below him, was an empty desk, with Frank on the left, Lucy on the right, Schroeder right in front, and Pig Pen behind it.

Perfect. Now he could drop in and pray no one would notice him. Especially Lucy. Snoopy hated to think what would happen if Lucy spotted him. He'd get kicked out again. That would be awful.

Snoopy dropped his binder down on the desk. Smack! Surprisingly, no one noticed him. Not even Lucy. He pulled himself out of the vent, and fell into his desk. He opened his binder and opened the rings. Snoopy took out some paper, and very, very, very, very, very, very, very carefully closed the rings. Luckily for him, his finger did not get caught in the ring.

Snoopy beamed. He was in school, like everyone else. He could learn, do homework, and hang out with the rest of the gang. He was probably the first dog in history to go to school. After school, he could go to uni and get a writing degree. He could become a writer when he grew up. That would be nice.

Snoopy looked at his teacher. Much to his surprise, the teacher was Miss Othmar, which was surprising since Snoopy thought she taught in elementary school and not middle school. She was writing something on the Smart Board. Snoopy stood up on his desk because he couldn't see what she was writing. Even then, he still couldn't see. Not that it mattered, anyway.

"AWWW!" shouted the whole class. "NOT A SCIENCE PROJECT!"

Homework? On the first day? Cool.

"You will work in partners, and everyone has to pick a name out of the bag. The first one will be Charlie Brown."

Charlie Brown stood up nervously and staggered to the front of the class, tripping over his shoelaces. The whole class began laughing at him.

"Good grief," muttered Charlie Brown as he stood up. He looked up as he picked a name out of the bag. His eyes were on Snoopy. Snoopy gave his owner a thumbs-up.

Charlie Brown pulled the slip out of the bag and read it.

"Lucy van Pelt."

Lucy was so flabbergasted that she fell off her chair in a fit of laughter.

"I'M WITH CHARLIE BROWN, A BLOCKHEAD? TOO FUNNY."

Charlie Brown slumped and walked back to his desk, head down. He sat and looked down at his binder.

Snoopy felt bad. He wanted to cheer his owner up. But how was a dog supposed to do that when he doesn't want to be spotted by everyone else? He'd have to do it at lunch break.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Schroeder got paired up with Pig Pen, Violet with Linus, Frank with Peppermint Patty, Marcie with Linus, and so on. By the time it was all over, Snoopy was famished. Who knew schoolteachers gave a lot of homework. He had no partner for the science project. Thankfully, it was the only major project he had. Everything else was due tomorrow. It would just mean a couple of hours of work. Unfortunately, the science project was due next Friday. Snoopy would have to work his arse off to get it done.

Snoopy lay down on the top of his dog house. He spent half an hour figuring out how to steal Lucy's laptop and then actually stealing it, then two hours on math, English, and history, then another two hours on the science project. He had no time to write a story, though it wasn't like that mattered, since he had no motivation or ideas on what to write.

As he watched the night sky loom over him, a little yellow bird landed on his toes. Woodstock.

Snoopy sat up and began talking to Woodstock. He told him about all the homework, and the stupid science project, and how he had no motivation to write. As he kept on yapping, a red plane with white flags with black crosses painted on it flew over top of them. Snoopy gasped in horror.

Red Baron had come back.

And all of a sudden, Snoopy now had an idea about what story he was going to write.