Here's chapter two! Enjoy!

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"Now, concerning the canned goods drive—motor oil is not a food."

Kimberly sighed deeply sitting by herself at the side of the room with the rest of her new student body and she could feel the boredom rise in her core and she looked around the room to observe her surroundings, trying to not pay attention on purpose. It had been a few days since she'd officially moved in and today was her first official day of school. She had spent the past few days fixing up her room and wandering around the streets of Point Place and she felt she had at least some sense of the town that she was to spend the rest of her high school days in. She glanced around trying to ignore the obnoxiousness that was the entirety of the auditorium booing the principal as he made his speech about the president coming to visit within the next couple of days. She rolled her eyes, uncaring of the food drive or the presidential visit. She had been trying to find Eric and she felt a little part of her had been searching for him all day. She was starting to get sick of sitting by herself and not talking to anybody all day then returning to her new home only to sit and her room by herself with nothing to do. And besides, some of the bimbos that occupied the halls of the school were already beginning to get on her last nerve.

She was about to give up and just bail out of the assembly when she spotted him. Eric and who she guessed were some of his buddies were leaning up against the back wall of the auditorium, talking amongst themselves looking just as bored as she felt. She considered calling out to him but thought better of it when the principal continued to speak. She sighed again and turned back around in her seat deciding to catch up with Eric and his friends after the assembly.

"I'm sorry, it's not, and all your booing isn't gonna make it one. Now, as you all know, president ford will be visiting our fair city, and I know there are some of you ne'er-do-wells out there that might be planning some sort of quote/unquote 'social statement-type protest.'"

"I can't believe this." Hyde was telling Donna, "Who cares if Ford is coming?"

"It's better than when the Oscar Meyer Weenie-Mobile drove through." Eric put in.

"They didn't even stop. They just slowed down and threw a bunch of hot dog whistles at us." Donna said.

"Two girls in a Phallic R.V., drivin' around and handing out things you blow—" Hyde sighed, "What a great country."

"So let me tell you another thing Mr. or Mrs. Punk." Their principal said, "Protesting accomplishes nothing. Oh, sure, you might see a chance to prove your manhood or show you're cool but this is our president. Our president, darn it! So no shenanigans, you hear me? If that's your kind of attitude, you might just as well go home right now."

As they returned to halfway listening to his speech it was as if a light bulb seemed to go off in all of their brains, plots and schemes buzzing around in all of their heads, it was like a puzzle coming together. And among all of this Fez tried to sneak out the door without success, caught by one of the assistant principals and drug back into the auditorium where the five of them stood there talking amongst themselves as the students were dismissed back to their classes, waiting for the crowd to die down a bit before heading back.

"Eric?" a new voice joined them from behind Eric and he turned at his name. He smiled when he saw it was Kimberly who had approached him with her red hair down and a peasant-like shirt hung loose around her frame with her average, in-style jeans hugging her body.

"Hey!" he said, stepping to the side a bit as to let her join in the circle.

"Hello." she smiled.

"Great, hey guys, this is Kim. She just moved in across the street from me and Donna. Kim, this is Donna, Fez, Kelso, and Hyde."

She said her hellos and nice-to-meet-yous and Donna turned to her, welcoming her with open arms, "Oh! I saw you guys moving in the other day. I was gonna stop by but I never got the chance. I live next door to Eric."

"Sweet. Stop on by any time." She smiled with a laugh.

They chatted for as long as they could without getting into too much trouble for not getting to class when they were supposed to. Kimberly didn't much care about getting back to class, she was just excited to have friends to talk to and hang out with now, though she was a little afraid to admit she had no idea where her next class was.

"I'm just worried I'll get lost." Kimberly said in a joking matter at Donna's question. She couldn't lie, she actually really liked it here, she was just ready to be able to get around on her own and know where things were.

"What's your next class?" The hippie-looking boy with a curly afro, Hyde suddenly jumped in.

"Um, English, I think."

"Me too. I'll walk you." He stepped up and placed a light touch on her back.

"Okay." She smiled without a second thought. They said their goodbyes and once they were gone Donna turned to the rest of the group. Everyone simply stared in silence, unsure of what had just happened.

"Did Hyde just…?" Eric started.

"No, it couldn't be…could it?" Donna shifted her eyes. There was a moment of silence and they all dismissed it and headed to their separate classes.