Hey guys! So I made a couple changes on the document last time. Also the star of this chapter is: Idon'tknowhowtodealwiththis. I will be doing the frequent reviewers for my other story first (don't worry, there are only a couple of them and only two have reviewed to be in this story.) Also this won't be updated as frequently as my other story because this story requires actual work on my part.

I also noticed that the majority of you don't like France. Poor France. But if that is the case I am going to have so much fun having him teach health *Maniacal laugh*

Well enough about me! Onto the story!

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Missy Jones ran to school. She had slept in late and today was the first day of school! She wasn't having a great day, and it was only the beginning. As she ran past the double doors of her school she caught a glimpse of one of the teachers. She was a little disorganized so she stopped to ask for directions.

"Um excuse me? Could you help me find my history room?" She asked the man.

"You noticed me?" The man exclaimed, "Oh! I mean yes, of course I can! Just take a left turn and you should see it."

She strained to hear his voice, not only because he was quiet, but also because she was distracted by his looks.

He was tall and looked to be about twenty. He wore goggles on his head and his eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet. His hair was a light brown color and he had a random hair curl hanging in his face.

"Th-thanks." Missy sighed dreamily before running off to class.

Period 1/2

She saw the door to her history class right where the man had said. She pushed open the door just in time for her teacher to introduce himself.

"Alright dudes!" He yelled, catching a glimpse of Missy and gesturing for her to take a seat, "I am Alfred F. Jones and this is History!" He wrote his name on the board as Missy slid in behind a young boy with blond hair and a sailor suit. She looked at her teacher and saw that he looked very much like the man in the hallway except his eyes were blue and he had a Nantucket instead of a curl. "Any questions about this year?" Said Mr. Jones.

The boy in front of Missy raised his hand and Mr. Jones called on him. "What's the F stand for, Mr. Jones?" Said the boy with a clear English accent.

Although this question was very personal Mr. Jones didn't mind and instead flashed a lopsided grin before answering. "The F stands for freedom. Oh, and don't call me Mr. Jones. That's way too stuffy. Call me Alfred!" He paused to let that "information" sink in. "Since it's the first day, and all, why don't we just go outside and play some games." After that the class erupted into cheers and chaos. The students pushed and jostled Missy, trying in vain not to fall, as they all made their way outside.

The rest of the period went by rather quickly, and before she knew it she heard the bell ring, meaning it was time for her next class. She checked her schedule and saw her next class was health.

Period 2/3

As she walked into her class she saw that they had a female teacher. She was glad that, for once, it was a woman. Unfortunately luck wasn't with her.

As the teacher turned around and showed her face Missy realized that women didn't have beards and she sighed. "Bonjour class," Said the teacher, "Take your seat please." The man had a clear french accent and his long, blond hair flowed as he spoke. He had a bit of scruffle on his chin and he sat on his desk with his legs crossed and leaning back. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy and I will be teaching you health." He smiled suggestively as he wrote his name on the board. "If there will be no questions then let's get started on our, HONHONHON, first subject." He laughed as he removed a piece of paper covering the board and revealing the lesson. As soon as the paper had been completely removed the class let out a groan. Sexual Education. Great.

The rest of the class was so disturbing that she never wanted to think about it ever again. She looked at her schedule as she popped in a piece of gum from her seemingly endless stash. Lunch. She didn't feel like eating but decided to check out the menu.

Lunch

She gazed at the lunch menu and grinned. There were two lines, one for the hot lunch, and one for the snack. She walked over to the snack line and ordered some french fries and caramel, earning her a strange look from the lunch ladies, before walking over to a table and setting her stuff down to go into the other line.

She could almost taste the tomato sauce as she approached the line. Yum, pasta! She grinned. Suddenly a commotion up ahead caused the line to scatter. As she approached she saw an Italian with a curl gripping a students shirt and screaming "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE PASTA?" While another Italian cried in the corner with his curl twitching and a Spaniard with brown hair trying to pull his friend off of the poor kid.

Missy ran up to the Italian and pried the boy out of his hands. The Italian turned to Missy and glared at her before storming off.

"Sorry for the way my Roma acted. My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, by the way." He extended his hand to her and she accepted it.

"My name is Missy Jones, nice to meet you." Suddenly something ran up and knocked her to the ground. She looked at what could have done it and saw the crying Italian cuddling up to her.

"Ve~ My name is Feliciano Vargas! Nice to meet you! That was my fratello, Lovino Vargas."

"Um?" Was all Missy could say before the bell rang. Lunch was over and she hadn't even gotten to eat her fries. Up next was science.

Period 5/6

She walked into her class, not expecting to be hit in the face with a polar bear plushie.

"Sorry about that. I tripped." Said her teacher.

"Let's get class started." He said, walking up to the front of the class. No one else seemed to pay attention to him but he seemed used to it. "My name is Matthew Williams, welcome to science class."

Missy was the only one to pay attention to Mr. Williams and he seemed to be grateful for that.

Before the bell rang Mr. Williams finally caught the attention of the rest of the class and, winking at Missy, said "Tomorrow there will be a quiz with everything that I talked about today."

As everyone groaned the bell went off. Band class was her final period.

Period 7/8

As she walked into the music room she heard a beautiful melody being played on the piano.

As the class filed in the music got louder until it reached the climax and stopped abruptly. The man playing the piano rose from his position and walked toward the chalkboard.

"My name is Roderich Edelstein and I will be your music professor." He talked as wrote on the board. He had black hair and a mole near his mouth. He was distinctly German, perhaps Austrian. He had a thick curl in his hair and he walked like a gentleman.

For the rest of the class he talked about melodies and notes and about the song he had played. The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

She couldn't help but think that, even though her school was weird and strange, maybe, just maybe, this would be an awesome year.

Alright so done with this chapter. We may see Missy again someday.

Also I modeled the schedule after my own school's schedule. We have to periods every block and my lunch really is in my third block. If Missy does get another chapter I will probably have her switch to her secondary classes. Was this good? Review!