Hi guys! Happy New Year! It's the 1st of January here in England and it's awesome! Anyway, this chapter is Riley meeting the great Mr. Feeny. Boy, I love that old man ;P Every chapter will be in Riley's POV. And there might be a reference from Boy Meets World in this chapter, so guess what it is, if there is :) Thanks for reading!


Girl Meets Mr. Feeny

"This museum is actually pretty cool." Maya said, reading an inscription on a piece of displayed art.

"Especially going with your friends. It kinda makes it seem like it isn't homework." I said, happily. Lucas chuckled and led me to another piece of art. A sculpture. An old man stood beside it, eyeing it intently.

"It's beautiful, isn't it, sir?" Lucas asked politely. The man turned to us and raised an eyebrow before nodding.

"Indeed it is." he replied. His eyes drifted to me and he squinted his eyes in an observing manner. "You look familiar." he muttered.

"Do I?" I giggled weirdly. "I would doubt that. I have never met you in my life." I said.

"We may have not met before but I have certainly seen you before. In Philadelphia. Are you familiar with Alan and Amy Matthews?" My eyes widened.

"Yes, they're my grandparents!" I announced. Just then, Maya joined us.

"Who's the old guy?" Maya asked.

"I am Mr. Feeny, your grandparents' neighbour." he introduced himself.

"So you are the great Mr. Feeny that I have heard loads about?" I asked, excitedly.

"Indeed I am. And you must be Riley, Cory and Topanga's daughter." Mr. Feeny said.

"Yes, I am." I grinned, clasping my hands together.

My dad walked up to us, holding a map of the museum. "Riley? Guess what? There's a new exhibit just upstairs!" he said, excitedly. I turned to him and smiled when he looked up from the map.

"Mr. Feeny?" he asked shocked.

"Mr. Matthews." Mr. Feeny replied.

"You couldn't stay away from us so you decided to follow." Dad grinned, making his old teacher roll his eyes.

"If you must know," Mr. Feeny started, chuckling. "I accepted a job over here. It's only for a couple of months before I go back home."

"You're coming to teach in New York? Boy, whoever has you is lucky!" Dad replied, handing my the map.

"Well, Mr. Matthews, I am teaching at John Quincy Adams Middle School." All our eyes popped out.

"Really? I teach there! And these kids go there!" Dad said, excitedly. "Oh, boy it will be just like the old days, again!"

Mr. Feeny only smiled. "Except, it is your daughter who is going to receive my many teachings, Mr. Matthews."

"Don't you think, it's now time to start calling me Cory?" Dad offering, smirking a little.

"Of course, Corn-"

"Don't even go there." Dad warned, making Mr. Feeny chuckle. "How's the Dame?" he asked.

"Still teaching at Pennbrook." Mr. Feeny replied.

"I doubt you two will ever stop teaching." Dad said, smiling softly.

I stepped forward. "Well, sir, I cannot wait to be taught by you. My parents speak absolutely highly of you." I said.

"We've heard stories about you." Maya added.

"And you are?" Mr. Feeny asked politely, his hand out.

"Maya. Maya Hart, sir." she replied, taking his hand and shaking it.

Mr. Feeny turned to Lucas. "Lucas Friar, sir." he said.

"Well, Mr. Matthews, these children are indeed polite. I guess your teaching pays off."

"Thank you." Dad said modestly. "Ooh, the exhibition is about to start!"

"Mr. Feeny, would you like to join us?" I asked. Mr. Feeny smiled and nodded.

"It will be a pleasure to."


Thanks for reading!