Bri's first day of school!!! Yes, it has finally come!! Thank you all for your support so far and I hope it will continue:)

Bri: My first day!!!

Ponyboy: Best day of my life.

Bri: -blush-

By the time I had got to the office of the school, I knew I needed another swipe of deodorant. I never had to go past the school when I was down in Tulsa and I never imagined how big it was going to be! Will Rogers High School. Even the name sounded intimidating, though everyone knew who Will Rogers was.

I sat in the office and watched kids pass from all directions. "Ms. Little? The principal will see you now." The small, stout secretary walked over to the little bench I was sitting on for about a half hour.

"Thank you," I said. My voice cracked because I was so nervous.

I walked into the principal, Kevin Burr's, office. "P-Principal Burr?" I asked, in my best southern accent.

The thin, tall, man immediately looked up then down at his papers then up at me again. "Myra Little?" he asked wearily. He stood up to take a closer look at me.

"This is me," I said smiling slightly.

"…Bri Harrison?" Principal Burr whispered coming over to me now. I took a step back into the door.

I shook my head. "N-No…Not anymore at least," I answered with a steady accent.

"I can't believe it's really you though," he said at last in a normal voice. He sounded mechanical at first.

"I-It is," I said frankly, frowning. I wasn't here to talk about the life I was trying to get away from for a while.

"M-My son's a big fan," Principal Burr then said.

I grinned my best. Ugh. "Glad to hear it!" I cried, shaking his out stretched hand.

"And may I add, I am so pleased that you wanted to, out of all places, to come to Will Rogers!"

"I-It seems like a wonderful school." I rambled off the words that were on my paper of what to say to the principal.

"Fantastic, fantastic!" Principal Burr stood there staring at me for a moment with a look of pure happiness on his face. It was kind of scary, so I tried to grin back. He suddenly jumped like he knew what he was doing.

"Oh, yes, um, you probably want your schedule," he said going back over to his cluttered desk.

"Very much sir," I said smiling a little.

Principal Burr chirped along happily as he went through papers to find my schedule. "As soon as your father called and told us what was going on, frankly I couldn't believe it!" I shifted uncomfortably as he continued.

"But we got everything straightened out and I swore on papers I wouldn't tell a soul -oh, darn, where is that schedule- so anyways, your father said he wanted you in all honors classes to evade-"

"Honors?!" I choked. I only had a tutor before now and I didn't even learn that much- I wasn't that smart!

"Yes, of course, honors," Principal Burr said slowly, "Your father thought you might do good in those classes."

I stood there speechless. That wouldn't be good at all. But it's what you wanted Bri.

"Ah, here it is!" Principal Burr picked up a piece of white paper and grinned at it like it was a precious diamond. He handed it to me.

I looked at it confused. I had no idea what it really meant.

Myra Scarlett Little

Will Rogers High School

Year: 1966-1967

9th grade

01. English/Symes 1234 rm. 401

02. Algebra I/Peters 1234 rm. 306

03. First Lunch/random 1234 cafeteria

04. Study Hall/Symes 1234 rm. 401

05. LA/Philips 1234 rm. 207

06. Drama/Taylor 1 rm. 200

06. Art/Johnson 3 rm. 416

06. French/Michaels 2 (option) rm. 319

06. Spanish/Medena 4 (option) rm. 411

07. Study Hall/Philips 1234 rm. 207

08. Science/Reynolds 1234 rm. 311

09. History/Gallagher 1234 rm. 109

I then looked up at Principal Burr. I didn't understand anything.

Principal Burr looked at me with knowing eyes. "Don't understand? Here, let me help you." He smiled at me proudly as he explained it to me.

"The 'rm.' means room," he explained. "And the 0 with the number by it is what period you have that. The 1,2,3, and 4's mean what quarter you have them. We're just finishing up first quarter right now. The option next to the language means you get to choose which one you want. We just started the languages not too long ago, so it's still kind of new." He grinned at me.

I was still confused slightly, but I think I had the important stuff down.

Principal Burr checked his watch and basically gasped. "Wow, it's already 9:00! First period has been in for about 30 minutes." He patted me on the back. "Run along now." He looked at my schedule again. "Room 401 is on the fourth floor. Bye."

I smiled and thanked him and was just about to step out the door when he stopped me. I turned around.

"I like your choice of clothes," he complimented, "no one would ever know it's you."

I smiled once more and left his office. I was wearing a white t-shirt with my leather jacket over it and jeans and Converses; my hair was let down. I raced up the stairs and passed a few students who looked at me strangely. I was out of breath by the time I reached the base of the 3rd flood stairs; I never had to walk that many flights of stairs. Finally I had arrived on the fourth floor and walked quickly down the hallway. Room 401 was at the very end of the hallway. I caught my breath and held my books close to me as I entered the classroom without knocking. All heads turned towards the opened door immediately.

The room was fairly big, with white walls and high windows. There were about 30 students in the class; all their eyes on me. A man was standing in front of the room holding a book. He smiled at me.

"Ah, come in," he said warmly, going on to check a paper on his desk. "You must be…Myra Little."

"Yes," I squeaked. Everyone's eyes were so judging from what I could see of them in the corner of mine.

"Welcome, welcome," Mr…Symes said. I had to check my schedule to remember his name.

"Thank you," I said softly.

"Right now, we're reading To Kill a Mockingbird," Mr. Symes explained. "I don't know if you've ever read it at your old school but it's part of the curriculum here. Here's a copy," he added, going to hand me a pretty beat up book. My heart instantly soared.

"I-I have my own copy," I stuttered. I held up my book that I just brought for my own enjoyment. By then I was pretty happy I had brought it.

"That's great!" Mr. Symes said beaming. "Just let me find you a seat and you'll be all set." He went back over to his desk.

"Greaser," someone hissed. Most of the class started laughing but a few; the few were glaring at the other ones. The kids that were laughing looked…looked, well, rich. Right then I could feel myself start to blush and I wished deep down that I looked more "neutral." (Not too Greaser, not too Soc).

"Ah here we go," Mr. Symes said straightening up again and looked out at the class. "You can take a seat by…Ponyboy Curtis."

What did you think? Did anyone like it? Review please! Please and thank you! Also, they did have foreign language in some schools. &&this was the actual school Ponyboy was going to in the book/movie! Hope you enjoyed!