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Chapter 2

Today was the first day. The first of many now, Buford and Wendy walked down together. No words spoken since neither of them knew what to say. Over the past few days they had grown closer- as friends. Buford had the day before confessed something that she never would have expected to hear from him. They had been out in the playground sitting on the swings not swinging when he had said it. The comment was so out of the blue that Wendy was slightly shocked by it.

"Baljeet, was my friend you know that right? He was my best friend but of course I would never have told him so… I think he knows. Right now he thinks that I'm on vacation in Florida- I couldn't just leave without saying anything…."

Wendy remembered smiling at his comment. They had not talked about Baljeet [They had talked about nearly everything else] because Buford knew how much it hurt her. She wasn't hurt anymore and she told him that. Baljeet would always be in her heart but now she needs more room to let others in. Others like Buford.

They continued walking soon arriving at the room that was sometimes used for arts and crafts but now it would become their schoolroom. When they opened the door they were surprised to find that their tutor was already there.

Their tutor was an older woman, bright white streaks crossed through her dark hair making the white hairs all the more visible. She wore a casual outfit consisting of a pair of black jeans and a red cardigan. She smiled as they came in motioning for the two desks that were set up in front of her.

The two sat down without a word.

"Hello children my name is Mrs. Carter and I will be your teacher for-"

She paused for a moment before rethinking her sentence and continuing.

"…For as long as you'll have me."

Buford snorted.

"Now young man, watch your attitude and turn to page 3 of your math textbook."

This school is larger than I thought, Isabella thought looking down at her dorm number that she had written down on a piece of paper. All around her she could hear giggles of the other girls in her dorm obviously pleased with who they had gotten paired with.

The dorms were set up very simply. Girls on one side of the school and boys on the other- keeping them as separate as possible. Each dorm area was two long hallways where as Kat had said each student was paired with another of their section.

Isabella already knew who she was being paired up with and was glad that she had insisted on pairing with one of her best friends. It felt strange for her not knowing anyone…Well anyone besides Kat, Phineas, Ferb and of course Alice. But she used to know basically everyone and now she knew that things would be different.

In a way she used to be popular before transferring here. She used to know everyone and most people liked her. Somehow she felt it would be different here, she just didn't know how.

Each door had a number written on a bronze plaque Isabella checked each and every one of them trying to find the one that matched her own number. While she did this she admired the artwork on the walls drawn from the other students. In between every dorm was a different piece, each as cool looking as the last. Most were abstract with the artist's name used somehow within the piece. Isabella could only wish that she could be that good. She loved to draw but she had never pursued anything in it and always thought that Phineas was much better at it than her.

In her opinion he was a lot better at everything than her.

She glanced up at the numbers, after a few minutes she managed to find her own dorm. From behind the door she could hear the loud stereo already playing, but not with what you might think. After long conversations with Alice on the topic, she realized this was J-pop. With a smile she pushed open the door dragging her annoyingly large suitcase behind her.

Alice was now hanging her extra uniform and extra clothes in the closet that they would share. The room was fairly simple in design. Two beds, two dressers, two night stands…You get the idea. A window was in between the two beds.

"I see Japan has already invaded, do I get a say in our room decoration?" Isabella asked, her voice coated deep in sarcasm.

"Well of course, Izzie you get that side." She grinned. "Why are you so late?" She asked as she pinned up another poster.

"I ran into Phineas-"

"Was Ferb with him?" She asked, spinning around. The poster now fell to the floor [She didn't even get one pin into the poster…]. "Not that I care, really." She shrugged, a blush reddening her cheeks.

"Oh please, you might as well start up the Ferb Fletcher club." Isabella dropped her suitcase onto the bed that wasn't already taken. Her side of the room was strangely blank…It wouldn't stay that way for long since she had brought most of her room's decorations with her.

"And you say that as if you haven't already started one for Phineas. " Alice winked. "Now you still haven't answered my question and before I tell you who is singing this song…You have to tell me."

"Alright fine, yes Ferb was there and before you ask he is looking for you." She said as she started folding her stocking and setting them into her dresser.

"He's looking for me?" Alice flushed a certain shade of pink.

"So why haven't you and Ferb made it official yet?"

"He's always so quiet…"

"Yeah he's always been like that, slowly starting to talk more but still-"

"Quiet?" She finished for her.

"Exactly," Izzie said. "And we still don't know why he's so quiet and what the name Ferb stands for!"

"I know right, it must stand for something." Alice whined. "He won't tell me…"

"It's probably something embarrassing or something."

"I don't think so, he isn't the type to be affected by something as simple as that. There must be something he isn't telling us." Alice trailed off and the subject was dropped.

Isabella had always wondered about Ferb's past but she had never dared to ask. Ferb was always just so…Quiet? There has to be a better word for him. Of course though even in both the teens minds they would never conjure up the truth behind both the name and his mysterious past.

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