Happy Belated Halloween! This upcoming Tuesday is my birthday and this chapter lines up perfectly with this special week because I just love Anne Frank, I've watched her movie and I was like the only person who finished reading her diary in my 9th grade English class. I was so eager to read her book even before then and it just coincide with having to actually read the book in that class. (For those of you who don't know Anne Frank, she was a teenage Jewish girl who hid with her family and a few other people in her father's work building for about three years in WWII and wrote in a diary during her time in hiding). Anyway, this chapter centers around Teacher's Bet. You're gonna see racism and prejudice targeted particularly toward one specific character. Read and find out! I want to hear your thoughts, comments, and suggestions for this chapter in the review section so please take the time to do so. I know there are some of you that have reviewed every chapter so far, but I am curious to hear of what the rest of you think! It doesn't have to be long, and I do take into consideration everything that you guys say. Someone suggested that I do something a while back and that suggestion will be fulfilled in this chapter! I'd like to give a shout out to the people who reviewed my previous chapter: Camz, L.H, Broadwaygirl21, OTHFAN26, Pebblemist of LightClan, ultrablud2, demi-wolf3T, popie92, jenna323.m, LoveShipper, and Glee Clue Rock 1251.

WARNING: A few offensive terms and language in this chapter.

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Riley's Point of View

Monday, November 8th, 1993, Philadelphia

Past time, 3:00 P.M

Halloween came and went. Maya and I decided not to dress up this year because we would only be helping out pass out candy to the little brave kids that came knocking on the orphanage door. Not many kids came, so instead of letting all of the candy go to waste, Nurse Millar reluctantly gave out all of the left over candy to the orphanage kids. There was particularly one little black orphan girl who was always so quiet. She was seven years old and my parents told me that when I was seven, I never shut up. Everyday, her hair was neatly braided by Nurse Millar, and she always carried an old stuffed brown teddy bear that was given to her by donation. She took it everywhere she went. She never wanted to let go of that toy. Her name, I was told, was Matilda. The little girl never smiled, but it looked like she was always so deep in thought. When I handed out a simple candy bar to her on Halloween, her eyes sort of lit up and I could tell she was grateful.

It was a rare treat to see all of the orphanage kids so happy, and regardless of it only being temporarily, it was enough for now.

About a week after Halloween, Mr. Feeny handed out the Diary of Anne Frank to the class. I had never actually read the book before, but I remember my dad talking about it a lot before he became my history teacher. He never actually told me why he was so fixated on the book so much, or maybe he did but I was never really paying attention. Now, I regretted that.

"This week in social studies we'll be talking about prejudice," Mr. Feeny announced as he took a hold of a pile of books on his desk.

"Good, 'cause I'm prejudiced against the scungy food in the cafeteria," Cory joked and gave Shawn a high five as the class roared in laughter. Mr. Feeny, I could tell, didn't find what Cory said remotely amusing but he ignored it anyway.

"We will be discussing black slavery in the American South, the Jews in Nazi Germany, and several examples of prejudice throughout history," Mr. Feeny continued with his announcement as he passed out all the books down the rows. "Tonight your assignment is to read the first 30 pages of that book," he concluded just as I received my book and passed one down to Maya.

"Aw, man, it's a book about some girl," Cory bummed once he took a look at the cover of the book. The bell rung and everybody got up to leave the classroom.

"Mr. Matthews-" Mr. Feeny was cut off.

"I'll read it anyway. I'll do my homework, really," Cory said quickly so that he wouldn't get into more trouble. He stood up and walked over to Mr. Feeny's desk. Great, the usual. My dad getting in trouble with the teacher again.

I walked out of the classroom right then so I didn't hear anything else said between Mr. Feeny and Cory. As Maya and I arrived at our lockers to get our things and go home, I noted how carelessly Maya just tossed the Diary of Anne Frank into her locker and slammed it shut. I gasped in shock.

"What are you doing Maya? Mr. Feeny wants us to actually read the book. Like, having it physically present and flipping through the pages," I explained sarcastically. Maya just shook her head.

"I don't want to be known as 'Nerdy Maya' anymore."

"Who calls you that?"

Maya scoffed, "Almost everybody in the whole class. Look, the good grades that I've been getting doesn't go with those detentions with Shawn that I had for the paint fight in art class. I have to be one or the other. Besides, it's just prejudice, it happened a long time ago." Maya shrugged her shoulders off coolly and made her way outside the school. We both knew how lame that excuse was, but for the first time in a long time, I didn't try to change things. I left Maya the way she was.

We met up with Shawn at the bus stop. Ever since Cory got a new bike, he stopped riding the school bus with us. We couldn't blame him anyway.

"Hey Hunter. Do you know what happened to Cory?" Maya asked being her cool self. Shawn shook his head.

"Nope, but here he comes," Shawn said pointing to his best friend who was riding his new bike very quickly coming towards us. Cory stopped his bike once he got to us and jumped off excitedly.

"Guess what? Mr. Feeny's making me the teacher for the rest of the week! Isn't that great?!" Cory asked jumping up and down. Oh, the irony...Mr. Feeny made my dad of all students the teacher. I realized there had to be a catch to it.

"Hey, that's cool," Shawn congratulated Cory slapping him on the arm. "I'll bring the poker cards tomorrow, right? Because there's actually not going to be any real learning, right?"

"Well, I do have to give out a test on Friday, but who cares!" Cory said jumping up and down again with Shawn. I rolled my eyes. Maya grinned wide.

"Awesome, so that means we don't have to read the boring book after all!"

"I think we should still read the book-" I was cut off.

"Well, you see, Feeny and I made a bet, and if more students pass than usual, I get one fifth of his weekly paycheck and I get to keep my bike." Cory motioned to his shiny, scratch-less new bike.

"You made a bet with Mr. Feeny?" I asked. Cory nodded. "It's a trap. Mr. Feeny's just testing you because he knows you won't teach anything, slack off, and the class will go into chaos."

"Riley, you sound like Minkus right now." Shawn said making a disgusted face.

"The class'll listen to me. Teaching is easy. Us students have the hard part." Cory was actually convinced he was going to win the bet? Wow, I instinctively knew things were not going to go well.

"Fine," I said giving up as I shrugged my shoulders. The school bus came and I got on it. Shawn and Maya followed closely behind me. "But you have been warned." I said to Cory before the doors closed and he got on his bike and rode home.


Maya and I were dropped off at the orphanage. Nurse Millar wasn't there yet because she had to go and pick up the younger orphan kids from their elementary school. She would come with like fifteen of them holding their hands protectively. Despite Nurse Millar being in her mid to late twenties, if you actually saw the way she cared and protected all the orphan kids, you would possibly believe they were all her children. That was how much she showed affection toward them, and even to us older kids who you would think she wouldn't show she cared for us because we were older and didn't really need it that much, but nevertheless, she did.

I checked the time in our room. 3:34 P.M. That meant Nurse Millar would be back soon and she would start getting everything prepared for dinner. It was only Martha, Ricky, Maya, and me who always arrived to the orphanage from school before Nurse Millar and the children since we were the oldest and we all took the bus.

"Hey," Ricky greeted knocking on our already opened door. I was laying down on my bed reading the fifth page of the Anne Frank book, and Maya was sketching something on her top bunk.

"What is it Rick?" Maya asked. Ricky was our only orphan friend since Martha hated our guts, especially since I accidentally tripped her at supper a few weeks ago. I think she was still planning her revenge in her room but she hadn't done anything to us yet. I had nightmares sometimes. Yes, I was scared for dear life of her. I was paranoid.

Ricky gently and cautiously closed the door behind him. "I think Martha's planning something big for you guys. I don't know what yet, but I think you guys better watch out." Ricky warned. Maya jumped off her bunk bed and landed on the floor.

"Don't worry about us Ricky. She probably has voodoo dolls of us and if she's sticking needles inside us, it really won't hurt us." Maya assured patting Ricky on his shoulder. Ricky was very protective of us, regardless of him being the same age as us. He was a good friend.

"Maya will protect me, right?" I said trying to sound confident that Martha could never really do any harm to us. Maya nodded.

"Of course Riles. No doubt."

A few minutes later, I needed to use the bathroom. The problem was that the bathroom was literally right beside Martha's room. Why did I get myself into these types of predicaments? Who knew, really. I couldn't hold it any longer and forcing Maya to come with me would be extremely weird. I decided to take my chances and flew to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Once I finished my business, I slowly opened the bathroom door and looked around the hallway. No Martha. All I thought about were her voodoo dolls and how she was probably sticking needles in them at that moment. I cautiously walked out of the bathroom. I turned myself to glance at Martha's closed door, and she was suddenly standing right in front of me! I jumped.

"Boo," Martha said bitterly. "Don't you love Halloween?"

"H-Halloween is o-over." I trembled. I could tell how amused Martha was by how scared I was by her.

"Not quite yet. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve," Martha smirked. "And you're my target," she said stepping closer and closer toward me. I closed my eyes shut, but a few seconds later, I felt nothing. I peaked my eyes to see Nurse Millar standing in front of me. Martha was nowhere to be seen.

"Did Martha harm you? Are you okay Riley?" Nurse Millar asked concernedly. I nodded.

"I'm okay. Thank you for showing up. Why does she hate me so much?"

"She carries a lot of baggage from her past. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you what she's been through. Please just try to avoid her. I'll make sure she doesn't hurt any of you." I nodded in agreement. "Now, I surely won't let anything further go from what I almost saw a few minutes ago, so I want you to come with me and pick up all of the little kids from school everyday after school from now on." I smiled excitedly.

"Great! I love little kids!"


The very next day at school, Cory got up in front of the class after he finished talking to Mr. Feeny about the rules of the bet. He began to walk slowly around the classroom with his hands behind his back, his red baseball cap inside his back pocket and a wide smirk spread across his face.

"Good morning, class," he said. "For the rest of the week I'm going to be your social studies teacher."

"Mr. Feeny? What's going on?" Minkus said hyperventilating while looking at Mr. Feeny who was sitting in Cory's seat, right beside me.

"Don't ask me. He's the man in charge." Mr. Feeny responded pointing at Cory who still had that smirk on his face.

"That's right, Minkus, my boy. Me. I'm your new teacher, and my name is Hey Dude." Cory said writing "Hey Dude" on the board with big and funny-looking letters. Mr. Feeny raised an eyebrow. Maya grinned widely.

"Oh man, I love this new teacher already," she said out loud as she placed her hands behind her head and laid back on her chair.

"That all right with you George?" Cory asked pointing at Mr. Feeny's name tag that was still sitting on his desk.

"Mi clase es su clase." Mr. Feeny answered in a monotone voice. I rolled my eyes. After Cory eliminated the cap rule and put on his red cap on his head, Topanga raised up her hand.

"Topanga," Cory said.

"If we're going to eliminate the cap rule can we also discard the dress code in its entirety?"

"Why? You're not thinking about showing up like, naked tomorrow, are you?" Cory asked disgusted. The classroom oohed, especially the boys.

"No. Although I find nothing shameful about nudity." Topanga stated with a straight and serious face. Wow, hippie Topanga was a lot different from my mom. Mom always had something on and very seldom did she walk around the apartment in only a towel, and that was only when the boys weren't home and it was just the two of us. Not even when she was in a hurry to get to her work when she was running late did she leave the bathroom with only a towel on. "I was thinking about wearing garments from cultures more in tune with the goddess. A sari, perhaps, or a pareo."

"Yeah, fine. As long as you're covered up." I think my future dad would have liked hippie Topanga more than my future mom if you know what I mean.

"Maya, you know how to play poker?" Shawn asked pulling out a deck of cards from his backpack.

Maya scoffed, "Do I know it? I invented the game," she claimed.

"Yeah? Let's see," Shawn challenged. Maya accepted the challenge by moving her desk closer to Shawn's.

"People, people, people. Are we going to do our social studies work today?" Minkus asked.

"Minkus, Minkus, Minkus. Shut up." Shawn mocked.

"Cory, I think we should be learning. What are we going to do for the rest of the period?" I asked. Cory shrugged his shoulders.

"Uhh, let's see..." he said lazily flipping through some pages of the Anne Frank book. "For homework tonight read the first 30 pages in whatever that book was that George assigned us yesterday."

"The Diary of Anne Frank." I corrected.

"Yeah, whatever."

"But that was the assignment last night." Minkus argued.

"Minkus, get a life. That's your homework assignment. Get a life." Cory said slowly as if Minkus couldn't understand a word Cory was saying without saying it slowly.


The rest of that period was a disaster. Cory did nothing but talk to Shawn and Maya, and Mr. Feeny did nothing but remain in Cory's seat observing the class' behavior, but not doing anything about it. I spend the entire class time reading the Diary of Anne Frank. Minkus was making paper airplanes and Topanga was mediating, or trying to summon up the dead. I wasn't sure. By the time school ended, I was more than half way done the book.

I ran all the way to the elementary school of the orphan kids and met up with Nurse Millar after school. She and the kids were waiting for me there. I got there almost out of breath.

"I'm here! Sorry I'm late. My school's pretty far, but I don't mind doing this everyday." I apologized as quickly as I could to Nurse Millar while still huffing and puffing.

"It's alright Riley. Get here as soon as you can. My children are very patient," she responded. "Here, take Matilda's hand," I looked down at the little black quiet girl with the stuffed teddy bear she clutched tightly against her chest, and with my eyes I asked for permission to hold her hand. Matilda slightly nodded. "We will take the bus today." Nurse Millar announced.

Getting on a bus with fifteen little kids to take care of was a lot easier said than done. It was like taking a classroom on a field trip. I wondered then how Mr. Feeny was able to handle Cory and Shawn and their shenanigans all day long in school. And on top of that, Mr. Feeny lived next to Cory, and Shawn was always at Cory's house. It must get pretty crazy at the Matthews' clan.

First we had to make all of the kids were safely on the bus before both of us got on. Thankfully, there were only three people riding the bus other than us and that was very strange since there would usually be a lot of people riding the bus trying to get home. All of the kids were able to find a seat. Matilda hung closely beside me cuddling with her teddy bear, and despite all of the kids already let go of each other's hands since we were all on the bus safely, Matilda was still, with her little tiny hand, clutching on to my hand and she wouldn't let go.


"You did good with Matilda today Riley. She usually doesn't like any of the other helpers but she seems to be very drawn to you. Keep it up Riley," Nurse Millar congratulated me after practically everybody finished dinner and we were all getting ready to go to bed.

"Thank you," I cheerfully said. "Hey, do you think I can bring Maya tomorrow? There's a lot of kids and we need all the help we can get." Nurse Millar agreed.

"That's a great idea. 'Night Riley." Nurse Millar was about to turn in for the night, but I stopped her as she was about to enter her bedroom.

"Wait. Nurse...Millar."

"Yes, my dear?"

"What's your name? Like your first name? I've never heard any of the kids use it before. I don't believe they even know it." The young black nurse gave me a puzzled look, and then she broke into a light chuckle.

"I just go by Millar. That's all you need to know about me. Goodnight child." She gently shut the door behind her. Why did she look so familiar?


Cory's second day as a teacher was a hundred times more disastrous than the first day. Topanga had moved her desk and was sitting on a yoga cushion, Minkus was sitting on a bouncy ball, Shawn and Maya were sitting playing poker, Mr. Feeny wasn't even in class, and most of the students were throwing crumpled paper and paper airplanes around the whole classroom. It was frightening!

Cory walked up to the front of the classroom. "I know things got a little loose here yesterday but we've got a test day after tomorrow and it's time to get down to business," he said. The kids didn't stop. "Let's start with the roll call." Cory got out the attendance sheet and began reading from the bottom of the list. "Lawrence, Topanga."

"I'm channeling," Topanga said in a meditation position with her legs crossed and her arms resting on her knees. "I will only answer to the name 'mmaoww'," she widen her eyes and made a very weird growling sound. Cory backed up away from her, obviously creeped out by hippie and now possessed Topanga.

"Okay, present, but not all here. Hunter, Shawn." No answer. Cory was starting to get annoyed. He looked up from the attendance. "Hunter, Shawn," he said louder walking up to Shawn who was concentrated on his card game with Maya.

"Out of my face. I'm stacking the deck," Shawn responded. Cory sighed.

"Hart, Maya," Cory called.

"Yeah, I'm here," Maya answered, her eyes buried in her set of cards. Just then Mr. Feeny walked in, and oh my god. He was wearing a Phillies shirt with a matching baseball cap, and he was chewing gum! Mr. Feeny was Cory!

"Hey, dude. Sorry I'm late. I was chillin' with my homies." Mr. Feeny explained as he sat on top of his desk and turned to face Shawn and Maya. "I'm in." He took out pieces of candy out of his pocket. Cory walked up to the front of the classroom and sat down on Mr. Feeny's chair. I got up from my seat and walked up to Cory.

"Listen, didn't I tell you things would get out of control if you didn't set the rules straight from the beginning? Now nobody's taking you seriously. Even Mr. Feeny," I said motioning to the trio playing poker.

"I see your Juicy Fruit and I raise you a Chiclet." I could hear Mr. Feeny say behind me.

"You have to do something Cory, or you're going to lose that bike for sure." Cory rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I know! But nobody's listening to me. You got any ideas?" I shrugged my shoulders. Maya came up from behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey Riles, Cory, watch this!" Maya got on top of Mr. Feeny's desk giggling, and guess what she did? She danced on top of it and scatted while the entire class watched encouraged her, cheering her on.

"Maya!" I yelled in shock. The entire class kept clapping as she continued to dance on top of Mr. Feeny's desk. Cory sighed in defeat as he was still sitting in Mr. Feeny's chair. I pulled Maya down from the desk.

"Riley, what are you doing? Come on, let's dance! Let's play poker, come on, I know you want to!" Maya was crazy. She was giggling like a maniac. And although she was doing all of those things, and I knew how wrong this all was, I still hesitated. I glanced over at Cory, who still had a sad and defeated look on his face.

"Cory, do you think prejudice still exists?" I asked. He shook his head.

"No." That two letter word was all it took for me to give up the Anne Frank book and join the poker gang.


After school, Maya and I made it to the elementary school just on time. Nurse Millar and the children were waiting for us as they had waited for me yesterday.

"Let's go," Nurse Millar ordered. "Maya, you grab on to two children, and Riley, take Matilda's hand." Matilda gave me her hand, no hesitation. She sort of smile and I could see her baby teeth, and even a gap in her front teeth. Aw! She was so cute!

We all made it into the bus. The problem was that this time, there were loads of people already packed inside the bus. We all tried to squeeze in as much as possible. Matilda grasped her hand with mine as tightly as she possible could. I was afraid I would lose her. She was so small that with the ton of people crowded around us, I could barely see her, but I was still holding on to her. A few minutes later, I began to panic, because I couldn't feel Matilda's tight grip anymore!

"Nurse Millar!" I yelled over the loud talking of everybody on the bus. "I don't know where Matilda is! I lost her."

"Out of my way!" The slim nurse said pushing herself around, looking for Matilda. Maya and I stayed with the rest of the children.

"Riley, what happened?" May asked.

"I don't know, I lost her grip, and there's so many people on the bus!" I said hyperventilating. Suddenly, I heard a man yelling and arguing at the back of the bus. He was cursing and swearing about something. The children, Maya, and I got closer and we were able to make it to the back only to find Matilda crying as she hugged Nurse Millar. There was a young twenty-something year old man standing in front of them yelling something awful that I won't repeat.

I stood there frozen. In shock. I couldn't move. I looked over at Maya to make sure she was seeing exactly what I was seeing. The hysterical man was a white man with blond golden hair and blue eyes. He was accusing an innocent little girl of stealing his wallet because she was black and an orphan? It was unbelievable. I started to tear up. Maya glanced over at me.

"Riley, are you okay?" I shook my head as I let tears streamed down my face.


The bus driver had to stop the bus. He forced the white man off of the bus. And since the driver was coincidentally also a black man, the white man threatened to call the police and sue the bus company for theft. He made up a conspiracy theory that the bus driver was in on it to steal his wallet. It was just...ridiculous.

Nurse Millar promised we would never have to take that bus home again. We would walk if we needed to, but she never wanted anybody to harm any of us ever again. When we got to the orphanage, Nurse Millar tried to avoid talking about the situation as much as possible. She spend most of her time trying to comfort Matilda, who was still shook up by the incident. After everybody went to bed, Maya and I went to confront Nurse Millar in her room.

"Can we come in?" Maya asked knocking on the door. When we heard no answer, we opened the door and found Nurse Millar crying on her bed.

"Riley and Maya, you should be sleeping. Please leave."

"Not until you tell us what happened on the bus," I stated. "Why did that man say all of those horrible things to you guys? Why did you let him? Why did he think Matilda was trying to steal his wallet?"

Nurse Millar was silent for a moment, before she answered, "Matilda said her teddy bear fell on the floor and that was why she lost your grip, Riley. People were pushing, and somehow, she made it all the way to the back of the bus. The man only needed to take one look at her. Her skin color and the old clothes she was wearing. She was pushed into him and automatically he thought she was trying to steal from him. So he began to yell at her, and I heard her crying. I ran all the way to her and found her on the floor crying her eyes out. That poor little innocent child, and she didn't even know what she did wrong." Nurse Millar paused because more tears were starting to escape from her eyes. Her voice cracked. "I've always been called names before, and I've been used to it, because of my skin color."

"But isn't that called...prejudice?" Maya interrupted. I nodded.

"We're learning about that in class," I explained. "Well, not exactly. We're supposed to, but nobody's listening to the teacher...Not even me." I looked down in shame, finally realizing what I had done.


The very next day, it was the day before the big test. Maya and I entered the classroom, seeing things differently. Maya promised me she wasn't going to play poker with Shawn anymore. The first thing I saw when I entered the classroom was Cory begging Minkus to pay attention to him. Wow, he really was desperate. The second thing I noticed which was more important, was the way Cory was dressed. He was wearing a suit! Now, he really looked like my dad. I knew that meant something interesting was going to happen.

Despite Cory's new attire, the class continued in chaos mode as it had the day before. Doodle and drawings were added to the chalk board and people were still throwing crumbled paper at each other. Mr. Feeny entered the classroom closely behind us.

"Hey, dude," Mr. Feeny said using Cory's nickname. Then he noticed Cory's suit. "Ooh, that suit. It's not cool." Mr Feeny sat in the same position as he did yesterday and began to shuffle Shawn's cards.

Shawn tugged on Maya's sleeve, who was still standing beside me. "Come on Maya, let's play poker." Maya shook her head.

"Not this time Hunter. It's time for Cory to teach us something." Shawn gave her a puzzled look.

"What are you talking about? He's not teaching anything." I turned my attention to Cory who was standing in front of the classroom, like a real teacher should. No more smirk plastered on his face. This time, he was serious.

"Class," Cory began. "I'd like to talk to you today about prejudice and how it still exists in today's world. I didn't even know that till last night when I saw a real smart, totally cool Asian girl crying her eyes out because some idiot at the mall called her a bad name. My lesson for today is that when people treat other people badly because of their skin color or their religion or where they come from then real smart, totally cool people can really suffer."

"Hey, George, this isn't gum. These are Rolaids." Shawn complained, not paying any attention to what his best friend was saying.

"Deal me out of this one, Mr. Hunter," Mr. Feeny said focusing his attention on Cory.

"What? Why?" Shawn asked confusingly. Cory sighed when he realized he wasn't getting everybody's attention.

"Okay, you win. I'm a crummy teacher, and I resign," Cory was about to leave the classroom but stopped at the door. He walked up to Shawn who was shuffling cards."Hey, Shawn, before your mother got married, what was her name again?"

"Cordini."

"Cordini," Cory repeated. "So, that would make you a wop, right?" The whole class paused what they were doing and turned to look at Cory in shock.

"What did you call me?" Shawn asked angrily standing up.

"You heard what I called you." Cory said backing up, yet he didn't seem scared.

"Did you hear what he called me?" Shawn turned to Mr. Feeny, pain evidently showing in his voice.

"What are you going to do about it Hunter?" Maya asked.

"I'm gonna knock his head off!" Shawn yelled pushing Cory up against the door.

"What if you couldn't Shawn? What if you couldn't do anything about it?" I said jumping in. "What if we lived in a country where Cory could kill you just because of your mom's last name?"

"What are you talking about Riley?" I dragged Maya along to the front of the classroom.

"We were on the bus yesterday afternoon. And we saw this innocent little girl get verbally harassed by this man because he thought she was trying to steal his wallet. Because she was black." I said looking around the room. Everybody was listening to us. Maya then decided to say something.

"You know I thought prejudice didn't exit anymore, that it only happened a long time ago. I didn't think reading the book was important until I saw with my own eyes what happens daily. After that, I spend the whole night last night reading the book, and it's good guys." Cory came up to the front of the classroom as Maya and I went to take our seats.

"A 15-year-old girl is dead! She was real smart and totally cool." Cory held up the book. "She wrote this book. Her name was Anne Frank. They say she died of typhus but they killed her...because her name was Anne Frank. Anne Frank was a victim of anti-semitism. You have to read this book and you have to pass this test not because of me but because when someone calls someone else a bad name it's not good that just that one person jumps up. We all have to jump up." Cory flipped through some pages, and then read out loud, "ln spite of everything, l still believe that people are really good at heart."


After class, I met up with Cory as we walked down the halls.

"What'd you think Riley? You were right after all. Feeny was trying to teach me something." We stopped in the middle of the hall.

"Not just you, but everybody else. Even me. I was convinced that prejudice didn't exist anymore." We walked all the way to the bus stop. "Aren't you riding your bike home?" I asked Cory. He put his thumbs inside of his pockets and shrugged.

"I probably lost the bet, so I guess I should start getting used to riding the school bus again," he smiled sheepishly.

"Then I guess I should get home and start studying right away." I smiled back.

"Thanks. I guess teaching isn't for everybody." I shook my head smirking.

"Oh, don't be too sure."


Author's Note: Whew! Longest chapter ever! That scene when Cory was explaining Anne Frank, it gets me crying every time I watch it. Guess what? Got some exciting news! According to the GMW Writers on Twitter, Shawn and Mr. Feeny will appear in season 2! That just made my day! The request that I was talking about in the beginning that one of my reviewers (BagelsandBroadway) suggested is to have Maya dance on top of Feeny's desk like she did on Cory's desk on the show. So I was analyzing this concept, and I thought to myself, "Feeny would never let Maya do that unless he wasn't the teacher", and in most of this chapter, he isn't. Cory is, and as you saw, Mr. Feeny didn't do anything about it. There's this new story titled Girl Meets World Meets Boy Meets World. It's typically about the same thing that this story is about but it's written by a different author. Hey, I love reading stories about the future meeting the past. Go for it if you have a different approach to how Riley would meet her past dad. Check out the story! So again, comment and review this chapter! If you any ideas let me know and I'll see what I can do. Take a chance! I love getting new fans and hearing what you guys have to say. See ya next week :)

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