A/N: This is the last of the chapters I had written prior to posting on this site, so expect my updates to come not so pants-crappingly fast after this one.
Timmy stepped onto the sidewalk in front of his new school. It was a large, brick building with a water fountain in front and a big sign in the grass that read, "Welcome to Dimmsdale Prestige Academy - Where Education Is Not Received, But Achieved."
"Well, this isn't daunting at all," Timmy said to himself, slightly sarcastic. Cosmo and Wanda had had to take Poof to school that day, so he was out on his own. He was wearing a new blue shirt and new pants. Luckily, this new school didn't have a dress code, so he was also wearing his pink hat. He stepped up the path to the front doors of the school.
Kids were scattered all around the front lawn of the school, chattering about. As soon as Timmy stepped by, everyone turned to look at him.
Timmy quickly realized this and stopped walking. He looked around awkwardly at everyone staring at him.
"Hey, are you new?" someone asked. Timmy spun around to see who had spoken.
A group of four or five kids stood in front of Timmy. A blonde-haired girl was the one who had spoken.
"What's your name?"
"Yeah, I am," he blinked. "My name is Timmy."
The blonde-haired girl also blinked.
"You're cool, Timmy," she said.
"Yeah, you are cool," a boy standing behind her also said, stepping closer to Timmy.
As a crowd began to form around Timmy, a man stepped out of nowhere. He was dressed like he was from the seventies, complete with bellbottoms, medallion, and tiny round sunglasses. The man kind of reminded Timmy of Mr. Birkenbake.
"Alright, alright, everyone, let's all settle down!" the man said, walking over to Timmy and raising his hands up. "Let's not all ambush our new flower."
The man also spoke in a slow, hippie-sounding way. He turned around and grabbed hold of Timmy's hand and shook it strongly. "Timmy, hello. My name is Mr. Biggeri. I am the principal of this learning establishment."
Timmy pulled his hand away awkwardly. "Hi, Mr. Biggeri. I'm...uh...glad to be...at your school," he said.
"No no no," Mr. Biggeri shook his head. "School is such a derogatory term. This is a learning establishment. Our goal is not to coerce our students into learning, but to coax."
"Uhh...okay," Timmy said.
Mr. Biggeri brought his hands together like he was meditating. "Alright, everybody. Today we are going to reach out to our brains in the best way possible."
"Are we going to go inside?" Timmy asked, finding it awkward that everyone was still standing around him on the front lawn.
Mr. Biggeri looked at Timmy and shook his head. "The building mostly for show. It is my opinion that an enclosed space means for an enclosed mind."
"Don't worry, he talks like that all the time," the blonde girl said to Timmy, rolling her eyes. "Welcome to Prestige, Timmy. I'm Lily and this is my posse."
She gestured to the boys and girls surrounding her.
"We think you're cool," another girl said.
"Well...that's cool," Timmy replied.
"Alright, Timmy." Mr. Biggeri turned his attention back to the boy, "are you ready for the first day of the rest of your mind?"
Timmy shrugged. "Sure, I guess so. As long as you don't give out too much homework."
All of the students, along with Mr. Biggeri, gasped in shock.
Timmy glanced around him. "What?"
"We don't like the 'H' word on campus, brother," Mr. Biggeri lowered his voice. "A lot like the idea of a building, we at Prestige believe that homework makes for an enclosed mind."
"Wait, you guys don't give out any homework?" Timmy smirked. "Alright. This school is definitely cool."
"It's what Prestige strives to be," Mr. Biggeri continued, "Not just enlightening...not just mind-opening...not just world-brightening...but cool. Now who wants some enlightening taffy?"
Mr. Biggeri produced a giant bag of taffy and held it out for all the kids to grab a piece.
"Alright, class, settle down," Mr. Crocker began apathetically, flipping through his clipboard. "First thing on our agenda is roll call...settle dow-SILENCE! OR Fs FOR ALL OF YOU!"
The class immediately stopped talking, and all stared up at Mr. Crocker with blinking eyes.
"Now then," Mr. Crocker cleared his throat and began calling out everyone's name.
As soon as he was finished, he put the clipboard down. "Alright, everyone is here. Now, class, today we are going to begin with—wait a minute..."
Crocker stopped talking, noticing the empty desk in the front row.
"Where's Turner?" he asked. He took back his clipboard and flipped through it. "And why is he not on my attendance list?"
"Timmy switched schools," A.J., who was also seated in the front row, stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, and his last name isn't Turner anymore, it's Evans," Chester added.
"What?" Crocker asked, surprised, "Switched schools? Why would he do that?"
"He found out that he got switched at birth and that his real parents are this really wealthy couple that lives on the other side of town," A.J. answered, "...kind of like a contrived movie plot."
"Yeah, now he goes to some private school with all his fancy-schmancy private school friends," Chester rolled his eyes, scoffed and grumbled, "I bet they all own refrigerators, too..."
"What?" Crocker exclaimed. "You're telling me that Turner has moved in with rich new parents that randomly appeared out of nowhere, is now living the high life on the other side of town, and will no longer be in my class so I can torture him daily?"
The hunchbacked man balled his fists.
"Here it comes," A.J. rolled his eyes.
"This could only be the work of...FAIRY GODPARENTS!"
Crocker grabbed the fairy-catching kit he kept underneath his desk and put his helmet on. "Class dismissed!" he exclaimed.
"But...it's 8:30 in the morning!"
"Alright, fine!" Crocker pulled down the projector screen at the front of the classroom and turned the projector on. A large, red F projected onto the screen. "Stare at this F!"
Crocker quickly ran out of the classroom. The children watched him run out, and then turned their attentions back to the F on the screen.
"Do you think we're gonna get tested on this?" Chester leaned over and whispered to A.J.
A.J. shushed him narrowed his eyes on the large F. "Be quiet, I'm trying to concentrate!"
A/N: Enlightening taffy sounds good to me. See, look, I told you! This story is about to get interesting! XD Thanks for reading so far. Feedback is still appreciated. So are tacos...I like tacos...