A/N: Thanks for the reviews from the previous chapter! I really appreciate them! I hope you'll enjoy this next chapter, just as much.

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A few days had gone by and school was now back in session. The group of children from last year's second grade class, were now third graders. There was no teacher in sight. So for the time being, the children were all huddled at the back of the class room. Nearly everyone wasn't too fond of having to return to school. Well, everyone except Spencer and Maeve. Those two were like kids in a candy store.

"I can't believe we're finally in the third grade," Maeve proudly said.

"Yeah! Just think of all the new stuff we're gonna learn," Spencer agreed.

"Well, you two better believe it," said Alex. "And didn't you spend the entire summer, studying," she asked Spencer. "What else have you got to learn?"

"Yeah, I studied," said Spencer. "but there's more to discover."

JJ rolled her eyes and said, "With you, there is always more to discover."

"I wonder who our teacher is," Derek suddenly changed the subject.

"And where is this so called teacher," David asked.

"Yeah, whoever it is, they're late," said Ashley. "Doesn't school always start at 8:30 in the morning?"

"It's always been that way," said Jason. "Our teacher is definitely running late. It's already 8:45."

Emily, who had been sitting on top of one of the desk, suddenly hopped down and said, "Well, if this so called teacher of ours, isn't gonna show up, then I'm not gonna waste my time, being here, either." She started to walk away, but then turned back to the group. "Anyone want to leave with me," she asked.

"I do," said JJ.

"Me too," said Luke.

The three of them were about to walk out the class room, when suddenly, the door opened and there stood a stranger. The stranger was a tall, athletic looking, middle aged man with short brown hair, light blue eyes and a short beard to match his hair. He was wearing a blue and white pin striped shirt with a pair of tan dress pants and a pair of dark brown dress shoes. The way he glared at the three children, they could tell he was not a friendly person, at all. Without saying a word, Emily, JJ and Luke just looked at each other and returned to their friends, who were all still at the back of the class room.

The man walked in and sat down at the teacher's desk, at the front of the room. "Anyone who is not sitting down at a desk, within the next ten seconds, will be writing the sentence, 'I will be seated at my desk, on time.', three hundred times, during recess today," he said.

Not wanting to write sentences during recess, all the children made a mad dash to any empty desks. Thankfully, they had each gotten to a desk, on time. "Are you our teacher," Stephen asked the man.

"What is your name," the man looked directly at Stephen.

"Stephen Walker," Stephen answered.

"Congrats, Stephen. You get to spend today's recess in here at your desk, writing the sentence, 'I will raise my hand before I speak.', three hundred times," the man rudely and somewhat sarcastically said.

Saddened and slightly embarrassed at the thought of having to miss recess on the first day of school, Stephen hung his head down in shame. His classmates couldn't help but feel sympathy for him, as he wiped away a tear.

The man stood from his chair and walked to the front and center of the class room. "My name is Damien Benson, but you must call me, Mr. Benson," he introduced himself to the students. "and I am your third grade teacher. I am not here to be your friend. I am here to teach you. You will all do as I say, when I say. Am I clear," he asked.

"Yes," the children quietly said.

"I can't hear you. Speak up," Damien demanded.

"Yes," the children said, a little more clearer and louder.

The children all appeared to be afraid of Damien, but not as much as Aaron was. Aaron's hands began to tremble. Not wanting anyone to notice, he quickly slipped his hands, under his desk. Damien reminded him of his own father, Charles. Aaron just knew he needed to stay on his very best behavior, this year. If he had just one little slip up, no matter how small, his father would punish him, very severely and Aaron did not want that to happen.

"Good, now that we've established that," Damien continued. "is there anything, any of you would like to say to me or ask me? Please raise your hand, if you'd wish to speak," he reminded them.

For a moment, no one dared to raise their hand. For they seemed to be afraid, but then, Jason bravely raised his hand and was granted permission to speak. Although he also was afraid, he just knew he had to say something to the teacher.

"I don't think it was right of you to punish Stephen, without giving him a warning first," Jason's voice was a little shaky. "I mean, how were we supposed to have known that we couldn't speak without permission, first?"
"What is your name," Damien asked.

"My name is Jason Gideon."

"Well, Jason, in this class, there are no warnings. I will absolutely not tolerate any mistakes," said Damien. "You are all old enough to know by now, to not speak unless you are given permission to."

"And you're a jerk," JJ suddenly said. Her classmates gasped. "None of our other teachers were as mean as you are."

Damien brought his attention to JJ. "What is your name," he demanded to know.

"It's Jennifer Jareau," JJ answered, with absolutely no fear. "but my friends call me JJ."

"Well, JJ," Damien began…

"You are not my friend," JJ interrupted him. "I don't like you. So, you can just call me Jennifer."

"I don't like you either, Jennifer," said Damien. Some of the students, flinched at his words towards JJ. How could a teacher hate a student? They thought to themselves. "I am not like your previous teachers," Damien continued. "And Jennifer, you can also spend today's recess, indoors and writing the same sentence as Stephen, three hundred times. And you can also write, 'I will not call the teacher mean names.' three hundred times."

JJ just shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever. I'm still gonna call you a jerk," she truthfully said.

"You know what, you can just go straight to the principal's office," said Damien. "I'm sure she would love to know how you're behaving on the first day of school."

JJ stood from her chair. "Fine with me," she said as she began walking towards the door. "I'd rather be there, than in here with you." Without saying another word, she marched out of the class room. Her classmates couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.

Without saying another word or seeing the expressions on her classmates faces, JJ strolled out of the class room. She almost felt like skipping, as she walked to the principal's office.

Elizabeth Prentiss was busy with some paperwork, when a small fair skinned, blond haired and blue eyed girl, wearing blue jean shorts and a purple tee shirt with a faux gemstone butterfly on the center of it, walked in. Elizabeth glanced up from her paperwork that was on her desk and smiled at the little girl.

"Hi, Jennifer," Elizabeth greeted JJ. "What brings you here, on the first day of school?"

End of chapter three. So, here's a little trivia about this chapter… the children's teacher, Damien Benson, is based off my real life third grade teacher, whose last name was also 'Benson.' Just like the character in this story, my third grade teacher was also a jerk. As I recall, Mr. Benson was the first person to ever bully me. I wasn't his only target for bullying. Several of my classmates were also a target of his bullying. And unlike them, to this day, I still have not gotten over what he did. Anyway, enough about my past. Thank you all for reading this chapter. Whether you enjoyed this chapter or you didn't enjoy it, I hope to see some reviews. Just don't be too cruel if you hated it. Chapter four will be posted as soon as possible.