Chapter 2

I do not own the series 1800-Where-Are-You and the characters Jess Wilkins, Rob Wilkins and Mr Goodhart they are entirely the work of Meg Cabot.

Now lets get to the real story. It was my first day back at Ernest Pyle High School as a sophomore. EPHS is found along High School Road, very original, I know. EPHS is the only high school in Hooserville and is at least 40 years old. It looks like one of those old, creepy institutional prisons; almost everyone I know thinks the same thing.

There were five minutes left before the first warning bell was due to ring. My boyfriend, Josh, and I were standing by my locker when Edward Walker, the biggest and most annoying jock – followed closely by his twin, Cordell – in all of Hooserville, decided to walk past us muttering how disgraceful it was for a "Townie", Josh, and a "Grit", me, to be dating. Here might be a good time to mention that I have a bit of a temper and I am also quick to punch first, and ask questions later.

He should have known that he had crossed the line, so I acted out of instinct. I socked him one in the face. Blood spluttered from his nose as he tried to hit me back but failed.

Realising that he had failed miserably, Edward stomped off in a huff. Josh and I couldn't help but laugh. That was when Coach Huntly, or as I like to say Coach Grumpily, came racing down the hall with his face looking red and puffy.

"SCARLETT WILKINS! DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Coach Grumpily screeched in, spraying spit all over my face.

I giggled, "Oh, did your star quarterback run off to his coach to tell on the big, bad girl?"

Unbelievably Coach Grumpily's face became redder while he screamed, "MR GOODHART'S OFFICE. NOW!"

I gave Josh a kiss before I skipped off to Mr Goodhart's, my guidance counsellor, office with Coach Grumpily following closely behind. While I skipped along the hall I thought about what lecture Mr Goodhart would give me. I had gotten used to his lectures seeing how I practically had to go to his office at least once a day, if I was lucky.

Mr Goodhart's office was a white room with a couple of beanbags, a desk, a few photos and a calendar. When we entered Mr Goodhart's office he looked up with a bored expression. When he saw me walk in with a very pissed off looking coach behind me I saw a flicker of amusement flash through his eyes before he put his professional mask on.

"Coach Huntley," he nodded his head towards Coach Grumpily. Then he sighed at me and asked, "what did you do this time Scarlett?"

"Nothing –"

Interrupting me Coach Grumpily screamed, "NOTHING? YOU BROKE MY STAR QUATERBACK'S NOSE!"

"As I was trying to say. Nothing but the usual Mr Goodhart." I continued.

"Okay. Thank you for bringing Scarlett to me, Trent. I can take it from here." Mr Goodhart told Coach Grumpily.

When Coach Grumpily left I heard him mutter, "Little Monster."

Mr Goodhart started his lecture; it was just like every other lecture he had given me. He asked me things like: Why did I punch Edward? Did I count to 10 and did it work? What kind of a question is that? Obviously it didn't work otherwise I wouldn't have been in his office. After an hour of talking about how I could resolve my problems Mr Goodhart let me go to class.

"You act and look exactly how your Mother did at your age." Mr Goodhart told me as I left.

I walked off to my next class with a smile on my face.