Wow, I feel terrible... I haven't written another chapter for this story in... just about ages. Well, as I said before, some of you fans out there may be upset about my story, but I thought I'd be super cool if I could make up a story for the future if Ned and the gang had kids. In light of that, I wanted to introduce a character who will be an important part of the story for Ned's son, Neil. I hope you enjoy this short chapter. I lost most of my story's files, so I have to redevelop what I had planned. Please forgive me for not updating in forever.

"Okay, class, my name is Mr. Goodenwell. Of course, I've been your homeroom teacher since freshmen year, so there would be no need for introductions. However, there are some new students in class this time due to the change in last name arrangement. Before we had fifteen kids in this class; now, we'll be having twenty-five. Also, at the end of the day, we'll be meeting here again in case there are any requests for changes in your schedule or locker. Any questions on that?"

The teacher adjusted his large glasses and observed any hands raised in the class. No one raised their hand, fortunately, so he had time to catch up on reading and handing out schedules and locker numbers.

"Please, listen out for your name as I call them out alphabetically," the teacher says.

"Excuse me, Mr. Goodenwell," a girl calls.

Some of the class turns to the door, but they can't see the girl speaking to the teacher in a hushed, gentle voice. Neil is just as curious as everyone else, and he can't see anyone by the door with the protruding wall blocking his view. The nerdy, bifocal teacher, Goodenwell, looks to the door and suddenly gets a big, bright smile on his face. It was his favorite night school student! He beckoned her to come forward with a frantic circle of his hand, and in came one of the most beautiful women Neil had ever seen.

The young girl snuck into the classroom with almost stealth-like steps. If she were a ninja assassin, she would have killed Mr. Goodenwell without the class even noticing. Neil was godsmacked and silent at the beauty. She was dressed in a striped blue and white short-sleeved shirt with white denim shorts and blue strap heels. Her legs were long, curvy, and were flattering in the shorts and heels. She was a black girl, too. Her hair was long, wavy, and black. Of course, her eyes were hazel brown and captivating like her warm smile and brown skin.

"Nietzche, how are you?" Goodenwell asked. "Are you gonna be in for night school this year?"

"Yeah, I couldn't come in for homeroom yesterday to pick up my schedule and stuff because I had work. The secretary said to come see you."

God, she's hot! Neil thought.

"Sure, just sit in the empty desk in front of me and sign some papers," Goodenwell says, motioning for the girl, Nietzche, to sit.

Nietzche snuck into the desk in front of Neil and smiled at him before waiting for Goodenwell to hand out schedules. She figured she would be the last person he'd call, so she just sat up with a lovely arch in her back and fiddled with her fingers. Neil wanted to talk to her, but his eyes wouldn't let him. She was what you called a WOOYLP (pronounced "wallop"): that means way out of your league, pal! Some guys behind him started talking about Nietzche and her cute self, but Neil knew that was bound to happen eventually. Nietzche was actually pretty cool about it. She just sat down, took some papers from Mr. Goodenwell, and ignored the gawking guys. Neil just continued to look at Nietzche. For some reason, he felt drawn to her. He couldn't explain why since he had a crush on someone else, but this was a new kind of crush. There were only three types crushes: you like them but you don't know if they like; they like you but you don't like them; finally, the you don't have a chance in this lifetime. Nietzche was that last one by a landslide, but there was still something lingering in his heart about her. Weird!

"Excuse me," Nietzche said, timidly at first. Neil looked into her eyes and nodded. She spoke, "Hey, your eyes are...really pretty - well, you know, for a guy. Do you have a pen I could borrow? This one ran out of ink on me."

"Uh...chitelzunberg..." Neil managed to get out.

"Are you German?" Nietzche asked, eyes brightening up a bit.

Dammit! Why is it so hard to talk to her? It wasn't even this hard to talk to Monet! Neil thought, angrily banging his desk. Does she have to be so cute? Wait, that's right... She's just another girl like Monet, and Monet's a hottie of this school. Nietzche goes to night school, so I'll never see her again after this. Just act natural. She's a regular girl going to night school. How do I know that? Was I listening that hard?

"No, I'm half-Greek," Neil answered. "My dad married a Greek model after college. My mom died when I was in middle school from a plane crash."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Nietzche said, sympathetically. "I didn't mean to bring up a bad memory. You just said a word I wasn't familiar with, so I thought you were a foreigner."

"Nah, I was just being a douche," Neil huffed.

"Haha, Big-douche-by," an obnoxious jock joked.

"Tch, retards," Nietzche commented, rolling her eyes. "Well, if it helps, my dad died from a plane crash. He was in France after discovering some theory in Algebra was wrong, and when he was coming back, some ducks were caught in the plane's little turbine wheel. It was during the summer. I was so excited that he was able to prove something in the subject he loved. My mom was really happy with it, too. We were planning a trip to New York for the summer, but the plane crash stopped that. Sometimes, I wish he hadn't gone to France to prove that theory, but stuff happens."

"Funny, you should say that," Neil said, furrowing his eyebrows then straightening them again. "My mom died at the exact same time and place. It was in the summer from France. She wasn't proving theories, but she was ending her contract as a model and was planning to start her own business. She went to France to celebrate the contract's end. That summer we were planning to go to the water park to congratulate her new business findings, but she never made it back."

"Really? What flight was it?" Nietzche asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Flight 628 at 1:35 p.m.?"

"Oh my god!" she gasped, eyes widening. "My dad was on that flight! What's your name?"

"Neilius Bigby. What's your name?"

"Nietzche Wormheimer," she answered. "Nietzche comes from a famous philosopher who believed in dualism."

"Wormheimer," Neil repeated, somehow remembering the name from somewhere. He was going to ask his dad about that name after school.

"Are you done with the papers, Nietzche?" Goodenwell asked.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot!" Nietzche said, nodding. "I was asking for an extra pen."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Neil said, searching through his pencil case. He took out a black pen and handed it to Nietzche.

"Cool, thank you," Nietzche said. "It was really nice talking to you. Hopefully, I'll remember where I heard your name from. I kind of feel bad for not knowing. You seem so sweet."

Neil felt a paper ball being tossed at the back of his head but held his tongue and shook his head. He was not going to look like a psycho in front of a cutie like Nietzche. He said, "Unlike some people I know."

I'm sorry this chapter was so short. I ran out of ideas to continue the story, and I pull this crap out of my butt. I promise to do better next time. By then, I'll have the tips and other characters redone. I lost my files for this story, and I'm mad. I lost other files, too, though. So it's not just this story that's coming up short. It's a lot of them. Enough of my complaining.

Reviews would be nice, but I'm not forcing you. I just want more than 3 people reading my chapters. At least 20 will make me happy. I'm very grateful for the one review. I want to make a chapter worth reading in that reviewer's honor. She said she was a total NedxMoze fan, so I'll see how to work out a nice chapter for them. Since they're adults in this story, I'm sure I can come up with something awesome... I'll let your imagination fill in the blanks on that.