AN:Yaya, another chapter. Tony's going to school, Yay!

"Benjamin Dirchy," called the teacher at the front of the room. The class remained silent. The History teacher repeated the name.

"Benjamin Dirchy," Mrs. Park repeated again. Then Tony was jolted out of a small stupor.

"Uh...here," Tony said tentatively raising his hand. "But," he started before the teacher could move on. She looked at him expectantly. "Nobody calls me that."

Tony fidgeted uncomfortably in his desk. He knew the other kids were watching him. He didn't like being observed so closely. He turned slightly and caught the eye of a girl. She was a little odd looking. She had a small frame and wild red hair. Her eyes were much to big for her face and deep green. She studied him intently and Tony shifted his gaze back to the teacher,

"What would you liked to be called," the teacher asked Tony. Tony could tell she was expecting him to say Ben or Benjy or some nickname like that.

"Tony," Tony said. "Tony Sanders."

A couple kids snickered and Tony's hand instinctively went to his pendent of Saint Anthony around his neck.

"Tony," the teacher questioned. Tony nodded, now looking at his desk. He was starting to believe that this whole thing was a bad idea. Going to school and meeting normal kids, it was all to weird for him. He didn't belong here. He belonged at home learning things out of a book, playing with his brother and sister.

When Tony looked up again, that same girl with the big green eyes was still staring at him. It was making him even more uncomfortable.

Tony had to go through the whole name thing three more time before lunch. He didn't have a huge problem locating all his classes. The class rooms were all numbered so it was pretty easy. So far he was liking all his classes, even shop class. He was still shy, keeping to himself and trying hard not to draw attention to himself.

A weird thing, he kept running into the green eyed girl. She was in every class as of yet and seemed to enjoy staring at him, making him squirm.

Tony clutched his back pack as he walked into the lunch room. His eyes roamed around the cafeteria, looking for an empty seat.

"Tony, hey, Tony," Tony heard his name being called. He turned to find the source and saw the girl waving at him to come over. She was sitting at a small table with another girl who looked a little older. The second girl had short brown hair. Tony didn't really want to go over there, but she was looking at him so insistently that he found his feet leading him in that direction.

"Sit down," she told him. She had a rather excited, bouncy voice. She remained Tony a bit of Greg actually.

"You don't like your name very much do you," she asked. Tony sat down, but he wasn't sure how to answer that.

"You don't talk much either do you," she asked. She had a very high, quick voice.

"Don't mind Squeaky," the other girl said. The green eyed girl didn't seem to mind being called Squeaky.

"I haven't been Benjamin Dirchy for about seven years," Tony told them. "It's just a name on a piece of paper."

"Yeah birth certificates are annoying little things aren't they," Squeaky said. "Mine says I'm Samantha James. Haven't been that since I was 5 years old. Even my parents call me Squeaky."

"It fits too doesn't it," the older girl said. Tony personally agreed, but he didn't want to hurt Squeaky's feelings.

"You can agree," Squeaky told him. "I do hear my voice every time it comes out of a mouth you know."

"You and everyone else," the older girl pointed out.

"This is Abby by the way," Squeaky informed him.

"Abigail Chester, which is still my name," Abby said.

"So what's the story behind your name," Squeaky asked Tony with interest. Tony remained silent, not really wanting to tell these two girls one of his biggest secret. Abby seemed to sense his unsteadiness.

"Don't worry. We'll let you keep that secret," Abby said, selecting Squeaky's protests with a gentle slap on the arm.

One of the teachers that was patrolling the lunch room was telling the kids in their section to get up and get their lunches. Squeaky was the first to stand and Tony got a good look at her shirt. It was black with the words "Yes, I've heard of "decaf." What's your point?" in large white letters. Tony smiled. Squeaky caught him looking at her shirt and smiled back.

Fit's don't it," Squeaky said. This time Tony nodded.

"So how'd it go," Lindsey asked Tony after school that day. She and Tony were sitting at the counter of a local diner, sipping identical vanilla milkshakes.

"It was a little..." Tony said, searching for an appropriate word.

"Awkward," Lindsey supplied with a grin. Tony smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, that's a good word.

"Hey it's to be expected. They throw you into your sophomore year of high school after seven years of home schooling. It's a little extreme," Lindsey told him.

"Yeah," Tony agreed.

"Meet anyone interesting," Lindsey asked him.

"Interesting...yeah," Tony said, grinning widely.

"Oh, tell me," Lindsey insisted.

Tony then described in great detail the girl called Squeaky, from her wild red hair, to her shirt, to her pink and green striped shoes. And he mentioned the fact she was in every single one of his classes.

"You're stuck with her all day," Lindsey said incredulously. "The big man up there must be telling you something."

"Yeah, transfer schools," Tony joked. Despite this, he did like Squeaky. She was an odd personality but she seemed nice enough. And she certainly made an impression.

"School'll get better," Lindsey reassured him. "Especially with somebody like Squeaky."