Chapter 3:

Note: To all of those people who have been waiting for me to update this story… here it is. Enjoy and review!

The next morning, Timmy woke up to the smell of his mother's cooking. He had woken up fairly early this morning. He was surprised that his mother was up to cooking at all. He ate almost all of the food that his mother cooked, even the food for his father. He wasn't sure that he should have eaten it… but he enjoyed it all the same. After he was finished eating all of the food, he went up to his room to get ready for school. As he ran down the stairs that morning, he passed the living room, where his parents were fighting. As he passed he yelled, "See ya later guys!" They were so busy arguing, they didn't even bother paying attention to him.

He jumped into his car and decided that he was going to go pick up Tootie and take her to school. As he started down her street, he saw Trixie walking with Chester. Instead of slowing down to talk to them, he sped past them, just then, a cop came over the hill that he was approaching. The cop turned on his sirens and pulled Timmy over without too much of a fight. Casually Timmy slowed to a stop and rolled down his window, while behind him were Trixie and Chester laughing at him. The cop walked up to his window and ask him for his license and registration. He handed the cop his information and looked down at his watch.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed when he saw what time it was. It was fifteen minutes until his first period class started.

Startled the cop ask cautiously, " Is every thing alright sir?"

Slowly looking at the cop he nodded and said, "Yes…" With the assurance that Timmy was alright, he went back to his car and logged this violation with the police station's main violation database. Not long after he came back with a ticket.

"Sir," the cop said, " I see that this was your first time, so I'm going to let you off with a warning."

"Thanks," Timmy said quietly, "I won't do it again."

"That's good to hear," said the cop. "Have a good day at school." With that, he handed Timmy back his license and his registration and let him go.

Timmy slowly drove down to Tootie's house. It was strange how he knew when Tootie left her house. She left five minutes before school started. After thinking about his encounter with the cop, he noticed that it was eight minutes before the first bell rang… he still had time to go pick her up. Timmy showed up at her house with a minute and a half to spare, so he sat there and thought about what he would say to her.

There she was… her long black hair with her long skirt… she looked so beautiful. She saw him and approached his car slowly.

"Timmy?" she said with a questionable tone in her voice, "what are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you about something," he said. "Get in, I'll take you to school, and we can talk on the way."

She jumped into his car and commented on the leather seats. He drove slowly toward their school and started his little conversation that he wanted to have.

"Tootie?" he ask.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Did you know that I broke up with Trixie last night?"

"No… I didn't. Why did you go and do that? I thought you lover her?"

" I was only after her money and her body… I never really wanted her. But do you know who I really want to be with?" he ask her.

"No, who," She replied.

"You," he calmly stated. "I want to be with you, regardless of what other people think."

"I want you too… though I have always been too shy to tell you." She said shyly.

"Tootie…" he said.

"Yes Timmy?" she responded slowly.

"Would you go out on a date with me Saturday… I mean tomorrow?" he ask.

"Oh Timmy! I'd Love to." She said.

Just then, they arrived at their school, right before the bell rang. Timmy parked his car and walked with Tootie to the front door. Tootie leaned over and gave him a little peck on the cheek and ran inside . Timmy didn't want to be late for his first class, so he ran in and went to class.

His first class teacher never seemed to leave him, everywhere Timmy went, and there he was always trying not to look so obvious. Timmy hated his class, he never did well. After the death of Mr. Crocker, he had partially sane teachers throughout his elementary and half of his middle school years. Until he met Dr. Flambar, his Eighth grade science teacher. It was hard for Timmy to say this but he thought that Dr. Flambar was worse than Mr. Crocker. Sometimes, he wished that he had Mr. Crocker back.

Dr. Flambar had torchured him for three years so far and it looked like he wasn't going anywhere for a long time. He always gave Timmy the crappy science partner and he was always last to leave his class, almost making him late for his second period class, which was English with Mr. monotone himself, the one and only, Mr. Ben Stein. Timmy loved Mr. Stein's teaching methods and found him to be funny at times. The rest of the day up to when he got out of school was a blur to Timmy and he couldn't wait to see Tootie again.

That's the end of Chap. 3, thanks for waiting so long for me to write these stories. I'm sorry to those people who wanted to read more of my story, and had to wait so long to get the third chap. So… please review.