SUMMARY: A bunch of short stories about Myles's class. Need I say more?

A/N: If only I was really as good as you people claim. But then again, I under-rate myself constantly. Except in French class...I tend to over-rate myself there. It's usually a mistake. Thanks though. Makes me feel good and gives my ego a GREAT BIG BOOST!

I'm sorry about that Author's Note earlier. I was entertained after re-reading it, so I kept it up. I hate it when authors do that to me though and I wouldn't blame you for getting a little upset, but did I at least entertain you? ::fingers crossed:: Thanks for your help.

Go read the story.

DEDICATION: Arram Salmalin - I'm continuing because otherwise you're likely to bite my head off or something. And I'm using your idea because I like it best. Poor Alan(na). Such girl problems....

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Tamora Pierce, except the ones that I make up of course.

Myles's Class - In Which Alanna Experiences Love For the First Time

(A/N: Alan is Alanna in this chapter. It's all from her point of view.)

It was a cold January day and it was raining. (A/N: We went back in time. I told you it would happen.) "I hate the rain," Alanna mumbled as she walked down the hall with her friends Jon, Gary, and Raoul.

"Say what?" Gary asked, turning to her. She sighed and repeated herself. "It's January. It could be snowing," he told her.

"Doesn't mean he has to like it." Prince Jonathan said to his cousin. Alanna chuckled since this was the response Thom always gave her when he complained of the weather. Thom probably wasn't enjoying himself much up at the city weather wise. Alanna knew from past experience that it was probably snowing up there. She was overjoyed in knowing that she had escaped January snows up North, even if she had to lie to everyone she liked to do so. Her friends did not know that she was a girl.

They turned a corner and reached the classrooms hallway. Oddly enough there were hardly any people there. "Where is everyone?" Raoul asked as they walked down the near empty corridor.

"In class probably," Alanna replied as the bell rang. "We're late." They hurried to Myles's classroom, which was all the way down the hall; the last door on the left.

"Nice of you to join us boys. Take your seats," Myles smiled at them. Not for the first time was Alanna extremely happy that Myles was an easy going man.

Alanna and her three friends fled to the back of the room to join Francis of Nond and Alexander of Tirragen. "Where have you been?" Francis whispered to Raoul.

"We - we got lost," Raoul said quickly as he sat down next to Francis.

Alanna gave a quiet snort. "Lost, eh?" Alex commented from his seat in Jon's usual corner. Upon arriving to class, the boy had jumped at the idea of not only pinching the prince's seat, but at being able to sit as far away from Myles as possible, allowing him to nap longer without getting noticed.

"Shut up, Tirragen," Gary hissed, slipping into the seat next to Alex. Alanna and Jon took seats in-between their two companions.

"Turn to page 233 please. Today we're studying King Jonathan I," Alanna watched Alex sink down into the seat and rest his head against the wall. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Myles. "We have already discussed some things about him, such as his reign. Please remind me of when it was, Raoul."

"58 H.E. to 113 H.E."

"And how old was he when he became king, Gary?"

"12."

"Have you been studying Gary?" Myles smiled kindly.

"No. Jon's been lecturing me about his namesakes." The class laughed and Gary grinned at Jon, who's face was overtaken by a deep scowl.

"I'll beat you for that later Naxen," Jon growled. Alanna sighed at her friend's antics and found herself wondering if they would ever grow up. Sometimes they acted worse than the boy's in Trebond's village.

"Read the page and we'll discuss it in a few minutes," Myles told the boys as he sat down. Alanna turned her attention to the book and only barely managed to keep from gasping.

There, printed in beautifully flowing black ink, was Jonathan I. The man may have been dead, and the book may have been outdated, but for some strange reason, Alanna realized that he was probably the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

Oh Dear Goddess. I'm in love with a picture of a dead man. Her mind screamed. And not just any dead man, Alanna. You're friend's Great-great-great-and- then-some Grandfather. This is not good. Alanna's rational side, which seemed to be napping up until that point, suddenly kicked in, and Alanna remembered that she actually had to read the first page. She quickly skimmed it and finished just when Myles stood up again.

"So boys," said Myles, "Tell me something about Jonathan I. Something we haven't talked about."

He's the most beautiful man alive, Alanna thought to herself. Er, dead. Wait, what am I saying? I'm only ten, and I'm not going to fall in love. What is wrong with me?

"He had ten children," Jon said.

Alanna shuddered and Gary saw this. He grinned. "Aw, c'mon Trebond. You wouldn't like having nine brothers and sisters?"

Alanna hadn't realized how obvious she was being, so it was a good thing Gary had misinterpreted her shudder, not that he would have interpreted it any other way. "I can barely put up with Thom," she said quickly. "How would I put up with eight others?"

"Not to mention there'd be girls," Raoul whispered. Alanna figured that he had been a dog in a past life, as he could hear a pin drop in a hay stack from across the stable. Alanna grimaced as Gary tried to suppress his chuckles. If only they knew.

She sighed and turned her attention back to Myles who was asking a third year page who Jonathan's queen was. Alanna sighed. This was going to be a very long class.

~*~

There were only fifteen minutes left of Myles's class and Alanna was not sure she'd be able to pull through. Her friends had looked at her oddly the few times she answered questions and Myles seemed to think she was coming down with something. Life was difficult enough without her developing an infatuation on some dead man in her history book. But Mithros the man was beautiful.

Strangely enough, the minutes passed quickly. While Alanna zoned out into her own little world, the boys became deeply involved in a discussion about Jonathan I and whether or not he should have passed the Alien and Sedition Acts.

"Yes, it was a difficult time with all the spies and such, but there's always spies Myles. He didn't have to go and kill people because they were suspected." Jon seemed set on turning his ancestor into the antagonist.

"You expect us to believe that if there were assassins all over you wouldn't kill suspects?" Raoul asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't kill them. I'd imprison them."

Alex snorted. "Fat chance of that happening if they get an arrow through your back first."

"They wouldn't. I'd be protected by trustworthy knights." The prince turned to his friends and grinned, then frowned as he saw Alan's face staring somewhere at the blank wall.

Myles frowned as well. "Alan?" he called. The page jumped abruptly and looked at the knight.

Alanna swore silently to herself. She was caught daydreaming and now she would pay for it.

"Alan," Myles asked. "Perhaps you'd like to tell us what you were dreaming of this time?"

King Jonathan I and how I'd have made a beautiful queen for him. Wait, can't say that. Quick Alanna, think! "I was uh, dreaming of beating Alex this afternoon?" It came out as more of a question than she intended and she hoped the boys didn't notice.

"What?" Alex looked up and over Jon's head and stared at the red-head. "Beating me at what?"

"Archery," Alanna said quickly. "My aim is better than yours."

"Is not," he glared at her.

"Is too," Francis whispered quietly to Raoul, who chuckled. Alex glared at the two of them and Raoul unsuccessfully tried to cover up his grin.

Myles sighed, "Alan, I'm not quite sure of where you've been all day. Perhaps you're coming down with something?" Myles raised an eyebrow. Alanna just shrugged. The boys all looked at her and thankfully the bell rang. The boys leapt out of their seats and ran to the mess hall. Alanna heaved a great sigh. Never had she loved that bell so much, and she suspected she would never love it that much again. She got up quickly and left. Myles and her friends watched her go.

Jon shook his head. "Something is bothering him," he said to Gary. Gary nodded solemnly and Raoul stared after the small boy.

"Do you think he really is coming down with something?" Francis asked quietly.

Jon shrugged and walked out of the room. His friends followed and Myles turned to the window as the pages trickled out of the room. Something had been bothering Alan of Trebond, and Myles wondered whether or not he should bring it up at the evening meal that night. After a moments thought he decided against it. Alan, like his friends, had an extremely large pride, and would most likely feel offended, or at least slightly upset. Better to just let him sort it out himself, or ask someone for help, than to pry. The only thing Myles could hope for was that the boy wasn't getting into too much trouble.

Alanna's thoughts however, had wandered elsewhere. On her way to the mess hall, she made a mental note to go to the Hall of Portraits (A/N: Was that what it was called?) and see if Jonathan I really was as beautiful as the picture in the book made him seem.

A/N: That was interesting, don't you think? There'll be another one where her heart gets broken. Look forward to it. It's funny...I can base some of it on experience with out ever really experiencing it. Stupid boy, breaking his promise. I hate being 16. Note to all girls who have yet to hit Jr. Year of High School...FIND A PROM DATE IN DECEMBER! Grrrr...stupid boy.

Anyway, here's the thank you's, which is why you read and review the story. Because you just want to end up down here.

P.S. If you actually DO want to end up down here - though I don't know why you would - you give me more than an "I like it" (which is what I used to do, and then realized, "Hey, if actually say something useful they thank me for it."). So, in advance anyway, thank you for wasting your time on me. Go read another story or something.

Notes:

Ash Kinsa & Arram Salmalin: ALL RIGHT! I am a favorite author! ::dances::

Harry Potter & Skye: Thanks for your compliments (both of you)! ::grins and feels her ego rise ten points::

Sapphire Dreams: I'd do the Ysandir, but I need some story - be it fable or folktale (though most likely the later, fables don't really give me much) - to base it on.

opal dragon: "We're men. We're men in tights. TIGHT TIGHTS!" Alright I'm done. ::chuckles::

jilla kala: I think that was Richard II. The one that locked them in the Tower of London and killed them right? Richard II is so cool. Evil uncles rock. (Been hanging out with my British friend to long.) Anyway, TP already did that whole "evil-relative-thing." (She did it twice, Ozorne and Roger. Three times if you want to count Thom - who wasn't really evil, just stupid.) But of course, the characters don't know about it so, that's a possibility.

Temptress: You make my life so difficult, you can't just review and tell me, you make me E-MAIL YOU! But at least I know now. I was thinking of Henry VIII, but did he have 8 wives or 6? I once did a project on Elisabeth I, but that was 3rd grade, I don't remember much. Turning a fictional character from another book, into a historical one... hmmm.... major possibility there.

Starfire: Chapter 7 wasn't a chapter. That wasn't a chapter. That was me asking for help.

Daine: My history teacher can't draw either, and his handwriting is unreadable. Spelling is atrocious, so don't get me started on it. I used Joan of Arc already, that was my first one. The plague, eh? That's usable. ::grins evilly::

To everyone else: Thanks so much for your help. I have vacation next week, and I believe I'm out of my slump! YAY!