A/N: lo all. well…. this is my first jimmy neutron fanfic. I have most of it written out… I just have to get it typed. which is happening in between halo 2 sessions…. o and if u were wondering, im making jimmy more of a geeky/anime fan/rocker kid than a nerdy one. o and about the bright eyes hoodie he wears, they are an awesome indie band. well please read/review

chapter 1

Jimmy Neutron sighed and smiled as he rolled over in bed. He loved sleeping in on the weekends, especially after a long night of html codes, Halo 2, guitar riffs, and anime. Goddard, his best companion and robotic dog, trotted into his bedroom.

"Good morning, Goddard," Jimmy yawned.

"Yes, it is a superb Monday morning," Goddard's screen displayed.

"Monday?!" Jimmy sat up and shouted. He looked over at the alarm clock on the stand beside his bed. The LED letters glowed 9:06.

"Shit! It's halfway through second period!" he shouted as he flew out of bed. He threw on his favorite hoodie, a Bright Eyes one he made himself, over his "1 4 1337," tee. He ran his hands through his shaggy hair and put on his glasses before grabbing his bookbag and running out to his car. He backed out of his driveway and sped down the street.

"Goddamn," he said to himself. "I may practically be a genius but I can't even keep the fuckin' days straight." He flew through the nearly empty streets at 50 mph. He had just made it past the Candy Bar when he heard a siren.

"Well this is great," he said to no one in particular. "I nearly get run over by some lunatic driver at least once and week and is there ever a cop? Never. The one day I'm speeding a little because I'm late to school, of course there's a cop. He slowed his car to a stop and the police car behind him did the same. He rolled down his window as the heavyset and balding police officer walked up to the driver's side door.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Jimmy asked as casually as he could. The policeman looked over the top of his sunglasses in annoyance.

"You were going over 50 in a 20 mile per hour zone," he said sternly and added sarcastically, "and in my book, that is a problem."

"Look, I'm sorry," Jimmy replied impatiently. "I over slept and I'm really in a hurry so could we maybe hurry this up a bit?"

"I don't think so," said the cop with growing anger. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a while." Jimmy leaned back in his seat and sighed. He jumped back up, however, when he was startled by a large white glob falling on his windshield. He glanced out his window and noticed a large flock of birds flying overhead.

'Really, God,' Jimmy thought. 'Do I really deserve all this?'

When he finally arrived at school, it was a few minutes before third period started. He ran up the stairs to avoid getting a detention for being late but tripped halfway up. He dropped his notebook and his papers flew all over the stairwell. The kids around him snickered as he gathered as many of the papers as he could. He trudged up the remaining stairs and kicked the trashcan at the top in frustration. It tipped over and its contents spilled across the hallway. One of the teachers in the hallway marched over to him irritably.

"Excuse me, young man," she said harshly, "I'm not in the mood for aggressive teenage boys abusing our school's trash cans so you are not going anywhere until you pick up all of this mess and throw it away again." Jimmy sighed and began to pick up the trash he had spread. He grimaced as he picked up a wad of used tissues with the tips of his fingers and tossed it into the can. It took him a good ten minutes to finish the nauseating task, and as he completed, the teacher who had scolded him previously approached him again and handed him a yellow slip of paper.

"What's this?" he asked reluctantly, for he knew perfectly well what she was handing him.

"It's your detention. See you at two-o-clock," she said with mock exuberance. He grudgingly took the slip and headed off to his history class. He slowly opened the door and quietly walked in, though he knew it was impossible to slip in to class unnoticed when he was arriving 15 minutes late.

"Ah, Mr. Neutron. So glad you could join us," said his young history teacher, Mr. Rupert, from the front of the room. "Do you have a pass for me?"

"No," Jimmy moaned. "I already have a detention though so could you cut me some slack?" He held the yellow slip of paper up to the man could see.

"Just this once," his teacher sighed, "Please take your seat. You've joined us just in time for the assignment of partners for your Cold War projects." The class groaned in unison but Mr. Rupert ignored them and proceeded to assign partners.

"Sheen, you'll be working with Libby on the effects of Sputnik on the American public." Jimmy zoned out until Mr. Rupert reached his name on his list.

"And Jimmy, you will be explaining Joe McCarthy's rise to power and his effect on America with Cindy."

"What?!" Jimmy snapped out of his daze and shouted at the teacher. "I really, REALLY can't work with Cindy."

"Yeah," Cindy piped in from across the room. "I totally can't work with Nerdtron." Jimmy glanced at the girl he was expected to work with. Her blond hair was flat ironed unnaturally straight and she was wearing a pair of stylish glasses. She was dressed in a tight red shirt, an ideal thrift store find, and a pair of brand name jeans. She was so annoyingly cute that it pissed Jimmy off.

"Well, you two are going to have to make it work," said Mr. Rupert with a slight smirk and finished the pairings. Jimmy slouched down in his seat bitterly.

'You really do have a sick sense of humor, God,' he thought.

end

a/n: ok please read/review. ill try to get ch 2 up asap. yalls friend, xani