Title: Sherman's Freshman Year By: TylerJay Summary: Sherman is going to high school and Mr. Peabody is worried about his son. Will Sherman survive his first year? Chapter 1: "Now Sherman, make sure you have your lunch. And your schedule. And your supplies. And your locker combo. And..." "I know Mr. Peabody." Sherman replies with enthusiam. He was so excited to be out of homeschool with his dog-father, and going into highschool. After the insident with Penny in 1st grade, Mr. Peabody didn't want to take any chances with loosing his boy to the government. Sherman for years was begging his father to take him to a regular school, but since it was his freshman year, Mr. Peabody reluctently enrolled Sherman into the local high school. They soon arrived at a large red-brick building that engraved "NYC High" on the front of the school. Sherman got out of the car and hugged Mr. Peabody saying, "I'll call you after school." "OK Sherman." Mr. Peabody responded, "Just please be careful." "I will." And with that, Sherman went into the large doors into his first day as a normal highschool student. Sherman, of course, was in all honors classes, thanks to his father's genius invention, The Way Back, which taught Sherman pretty much anything involving history and science. Sherman was a fantastic reader, which explains why he had English Honors. And last but not lease, Sherman was a pro at Calculus, once again thanks to his father. "Now let's see..." Sherman said to himself trying to find his first class. It was homeroom in room 324. Sherman already memorized the school's halls by heart so he made his way into Room 324. It was a small room with about 15 to 16 children. Sherman took a seat in the front next to a bulky blonde boy. He was about his age, around 14 or 15, he also had numerous books on history and was writing away in a small yellow journal. Sherman tapped him on the shoulder, "Hi. I'm Sherman. What are ya writing about?" Sherman voice was scratchy from the result of puberty beginning for him. The blonde boy turned to his left and saw a small skinny red-headed boy with glasses that covered his brown eyes. "Oh. Hi. I'm Tyler. I'm just writing a report on Ludvig von Beethoven. I'm in a lot of music and history classes here." "Oh cool." Sherman was in amazement. This kid was actually talking to him like they've been friends for years. It's hard for Sherman to make friends since he spent his whole life cooped up in an apartment with a kanine for a father and of course, The Way Back, but Sherman didn't care. He was glad this Tyler kid was actually speaking to him. "So uhh... what class are you in?" Tyler asked. "I'm a freshman." Sherman states. "Cool." Tyler says trying to keep the conversation going. "Yea I guess it is." Sherman said. "What about you?" Tyler looked up, "Oh. Me? I'm a sophomore." "Cool." They sat in silence for a few minutes while Tyler finished his paper. "Uhh... Finally!" "What?" Sherman asked in curiousness. "My paper. It's done." Tyler said in relief. "Can I read it?" Sherman asked. Tyler looked at Sherman's brown eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Sherman snapped his fingers in front of Tyler's eyes. "Umm... sure if ya want." Tyler handed the paper to Sherman and Sherman skimmed through it and shook his head. "What's wrong with it?" Tyler asked. Sherman ignored his question grabbed another piece of paper and a pencil and scribbled something on the other paper. Then he handed it back to Tyler. "What did you do?" Tyler asked. "I rewrote your paper. Some things in it were inaccurate." Sherman smiled his childish smile with his crooked teeth he yet to get braces for. There was something about this child that made Tyler feel queezy. "Wait. How do you know this stuff is accurate?" he said breaking the silence just as the bell rings. Sherman grabs his stuff, "Meet me in the front exit after school and I'll show you." "Okay." Tyler says, "Cya after school." "Yup." Sherman says as he walk to chemistry, his next class.