A/N: So here it is! The long awaited chapter.

So I had this chapter saved in Doc Manager yesterday and was going to update, but then I suddenly got a terrible stomach flu, so I'm staying home from school today.

When I deleted it, this was my order of expressions:

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By the way, in this episode, Ed rides a bus, and after doing some research, I decided that he wouldn't know what a bus is. His world is behind in mechanical advances, so a bus that even looks like modern ones should not exist.

Disclaimer: So confused (T_T)

Ed's POV

I trudged out of gym and back into the main building. My next class was just inside, so I didn't have to walk very far. I listened to the swarm of conversations around me.

"OH, I'M SOOO SORRY, ASSHOLE!"

"And then he says 'plutonium?' and we all started laughing."

"And I was like, WOAH MAN."

"GIMME YOUR FOOD!"

"WHAT?! That's due TODAY?!"

"Ugh. I gotta go to math."

Would this tiring day ever end? I turned right and walked into my next class.

It was significantly bigger than the other classrooms, with large windows in the back and dozens of desks. There were several round stations with those weird computer things on them, one appeared to be smoking slightly. On the other side of the room was a hospital bed surrounded by various medical equipment. What is this class?

"Hello, you must be the new student." I turned and faced an incredibly skinny teacher. She led me over to her desk and grabbed a tall stack of papers off of it. She plopped them in my arms.

"I'm Mrs. Hannigan. Welcome to Pre-Medical Sciences class."

I sifted through the pile of papers given to me. According to the syllabus, we're learning first aid, vital signs, the cardiovascular system, microbiology, and a bunch of other stuff I don't really see the point of.

I looked at the three large textbooks perched on the edge of my desk. Mrs. Hannigan gave me the packet everyone else was working on, but it was about CPR, which I had no clue what that was.

I leaned over and asked the girl next to me what page we were working off of.

"Page 374, in the blue book."

I grabbed the book in question, opened it up, and began to read.

Let's just say, CPR is amazing. Normally I wouldn't get excited about this kind of stuff, but this was incredible. Being able to beat someone's heart and breathe for them? Remarkable! And we were going to learn how to do this?

Mrs. Hannigan called for us to get in our lab groups, and I was put in a group with three girls and a boy. After showing me the basics, Mrs. Hannigan let me practice on the featureless mannequin with my group.

I have to admit, it was kind of fun. Conner kept over-exaggerating the rules of CPR, then we just started talking about random stuff.

Mrs. Hannigan soon told everyone to go back to their seats and pack up. We cleaned up our lab table and when I began to walk away, Thaitiana stopped me. "Ed, by the way, I love your colored contacts. Where'd you get them?"

"What? I don't wear contacts."

"Fine then, don't tell me," she huffed and then walked away with Kateland.

As we all huddled around the door, I pulled out my map and searched for my next class in the very far corner of the school.

The bell rang and I rushed through the hallways, ducking past freakishly tall kids until I arrived at my next class. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was that it obviously wasn't originally meant to be a classroom. It only had two windows, was much smaller, and had a different layout from the other classrooms. The ceiling was slanted, and at the very top of the front wall was an awkward green strip of fabric.

There were only a handful of desks and about fifteen kids to fill them. I took a seat behind Nicole.

"Hey, why is this class so small?" I asked her.

"Because this is a purely gifted class, the brightest of the brightest. And because this is about American history, I'm guessing that some of these kids are smarter than you."

The bell rang and the teacher, Mr. Hollister, walked in. "Good Afternoon, class," he said cheerfully and walked up to his podium. He took a quick glance around the room and his eyes focused in me.

"And it appears the new student has arrived." He crossed his arms and gave me a look. "How many stars are on our flag?"

Without thinking, I replied, "There's stars on our flag?"

The whole class laughed while Mr. Hollister looked at me suspiciously. Well, as suspicious as a guy wearing khakis could get. "Do you have your I.D. and textbook forms?" He asked completely out of the blue.

There had been a bunch of papers clipped in my agenda. "I think so," I responded. I pulled out my agenda and opened it up to the current date. I pulled the papers out from under the clip and held them up. "Is this it?"

He nodded. "Go to the media center." I wandered around the eerily quiet hallways trying to find the media center, until I came to a mini hallway cutting through the middle of the school that I hadn't noticed before. I traveled down it, passing by some large windows showing a wide courtyard. Finally, a pair of sort of hidden wooden doors appeared with the words 'media center' painted over them. I walked into an even quieter room lined with books. The school had its very own library?

I walked up to the information desk, and there sat an old man leaning back in a chair. I slapped the forms on the desk. "I have the I.D. and textbook forms. So, where do I get them?"

"Where do I get them?" He repeated back to me in a mocking, high-pitched voice.

"Argh, you listen here..." I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle, then shooed me off.

"Go find them yourself," he said with a heavy dialect and turned his back towards me.

Fine then. I went to the bookshelves and began scanning them for the textbooks when I felt a shadow come over me.

"Hi!"

I spun around and came face-to-face with a girl in an orange vest and appeared to be hopped up on sugar. "Do you need any help?"

"Um, I'm looking for the textbooks." Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the other side of the library.

"7th grade, right?" I remembered back in the front office and nodded.

She grabbed three textbooks and thrust them into my arms and nearly knocked me over. Next, she pulled me back to the information desk and sat me down in a wooden chair with a little black box in front of it.

"Alright, say cheese!" She said.

"Wha-" *click*

The girl looked at the 'computer' and started cackling while the old man chuckled. A tiny machine sputtered on the desk and then spat out a little white card. He attached a black lanyard to it, checked out my textbooks, and then kicked me out.

I hate the picture on my I.D. It's looks like I'm about to sneeze. Why do we even need these things anyway? And do I have to wear this thing all the time around my neck, like a dog collar?

When I got back to class, I kind of spaced out. I also realized how easy it was to get off-topic in this class. One minute we were talking about some guy named King George, the next we were discussing Mr. Hollister's apparently delicious cashew butter sandwich.

And then the soda.

It all started with Jayden unfortunately leaving his Mountain Dew, which is seemingly 99% sugar, on his desk in a health-obsessed teachers classroom.

Now, Mr. Hollister was holding it in a threatening way with Jayden begging him to give it back and the class chanting, "Do it, do it."

I thought he was going to throw it away or something when he started shaking it.

"Noooooo!" Jayden cried while the class applauded Mr. Hollister. The world's future geniuses alright. Then Mr. Hollister walked over to the door, opened it, and rolled the can down the hall.

Now the class was howling with laughter. Then they were quieted when Mr. Hollister announced, "No poop in my class!"

"...What?"

"Poop?"

"SUGAR!" he corrected. Then a few kids started saying how they all had sugar in their bodies right now and should leave. Mr. Hollister nearly cried out in frustration, then finally got back on topic.

I smiled. I liked this class. It wasn't like back at school in Resembool, where talking back was frowned upon. No, in this class you could be a complete sarcastic smart-ass and would practically get rewarded for it.

In the middle of Mr. Hollister's lecture about the Articles of Confederation, the bell rang and everyone jumped up and rushed out the door.

I glanced at my map. My next class was in room 1025. But the classrooms only went up to 200.

"Lost, newcomer?" Savannah skipped up next to me. "Room 1025 means portable 15. It's in the back, behind the school."

We walked along with the current of kids, until we reached a bustling intersection. Savannah went right while I went left.

"Go out that door and just follow the flow!" Savannah yelled after me, then disappeared. I came to a pair of metal doors with a red-headed boy standing next to them, directing traffic.

"Alright people, keep it moving smoothly, lets go." Then the doorway was jammed with a group of girls. "I SAID KEEP IT MOVING F***ING SMOOTHLY!" The boy screamed and pushed the laughing girls through the door.

I passed under the pavilion from lunch, crossed a two-lane street, went under some massive oak trees and finally walked through a metal gate.

I was standing in a mini community. Squat little buildings stood all around me, the heat reflecting of their white walls. I located the one labeled 15 and clomped up the ramp.

The cramped room I walked in had scuffed tile floors and someone had tried to shove as many desks as possible into the small space and failed.

I met my algebra teacher, Mrs. Torres, received my math book and took a seat in the back row of desks. There were only two windows, one on the other side of the room and the second right next to me but it was murky you could barely see the shadows of people walking past.

The worksheet we were working on only took me a few minutes, and I already knew the lesson, so I spent the rest of class dozing off trying to cope with my boredom.

Finally, after fifty-three tedious minutes, class came to a close. The PA system came on and the lady repeated her announcements from that morning, said a list of numbers that Mrs. Torres wrote on the board, then she dismissed us.

Everyone ran like mad toward the door and down the ramp. We merged in with the crowd of polos and traveled along slowly. I heard a girl next to me say: "Ah, I'm so glad that it's finally the weekend! This week went by so goddamn slow."

So it was Friday. I figured it was. Everyone was too happy for it to be a Monday or something. We passed through the same gate, but instead of fanning out across the road like before, we all stayed jam-packed in one giant swarm. I was wondering why when an awful smell hit my nose. What is that?

We were herded through a narrow section of walkway when I noticed the massive yellow...things towering over me. They were caked with dust and had black lettering reading 'school bus' on the side. They were sputtering and hissing, and little clouds of smoke came out of the exhaust pipes.

The crowd stepped up onto the sidewalk, and we were literally inching along body-to-body. All I could see was the tops of kids' heads.

"Hey! Edo!" I saw an arm flailing above the rest with that familiar voice. Savannah disappeared and then popped up next to me. "How did you even manage to get to me?" I asked.

"The express lane."

"What's that?"

She smiled. "Oh, it's a term me and my friends use. It's a little foot-wide space right up against the building that the bus riders use to get to their buses quickly. Speaking of that, ours is here so lets go."

"What's a bus?" She gave me a weird look.

"Um, those." she pointed to the yellow things. Wait a second. She said riders.

Those were cars?!

After closer inspection, I noticed tires half my height. (not like I'm short or anything) on those so-called buses. But there was a more important matter.

I had to go inside one of those things.

Savannah pulled me into the 'express lane' and our speed instantly quickened to a jog. I glared at the menacing black windows running down the side of the buses. One of them was forced open, and two pairs of desperate-looking arms clawed out. A kid passing by high-fived them.

We cut across the massive crowd and stopped in a small group waiting outside the tall black bus doors. Finally they squealed open and kids hopped over the 2-foot jump and up the dirty bus steps. I lingered in the back of the group and was the last one to board.

The air was hot and stale inside the bus. I nearly hit my head on an over-working air conditioner. Before me were rows and rows of dark blue seats with a narrow aisle slicing down the middle.

I saw a flash of gold in one of the front seats and saw Al. He pat the seat next to him. I went to sit down beside him but then I heard it.

That unmistakable voice.

"Aye! It's the little white boy! How yo's doing?"

3rd person POV

Oh God. Not him. Anybody but him.

Tony swaggered up the aisle and slung a chubby arm around Ed.

"Ya know, it's been a while, child." Ed tried to escape but he couldn't as Tony led him down the aisle.

He was shoved up against the window and Tony plopped down next to him. "So, how yo's doing?" Tony asked. When Ed didn't answer Tony just shrugged and began talking to everyone else. Ed hit his head against the window and stared longingly at the now-emptying sidewalk. Now that I think about it, should I even be on this thing? How would Savannah know? The bus began to lurch forward.

"I wouldn't put my head on that window if I were you. It's filthy." Nicole was leaning on the back of the seat in front of me. "You never know what bacteria could be lying in wait on this germ-infested hunk of metal. Staphylococcus, Strepbacillus, but of course the Staph wouldn't even affect you now really since it's crawling all over your skin in the form of Staphylococcus epidermis." The bus made a sharp turn around a loop, and Tony's fat body nearly crushed me. Savannah appeared next to Nicole. "Don't worry, we're the 2nd stop."

"How would you know?" I snapped, attempting to push Tony off me.

"Because I may have looked in your file, I am a student aide, ya' know."

Ed groaned. He could barely even think with all the laughter and talking going on. At least he would get to see what kind of a neighborhood he was imprisoned in.

The bus, after dangerously swerving through school traffic, navigated the main road. Ed looked at the fields that stretched on for miles on his right. They turned down another two lane road and passed through the neighborhood.

It was rural, not as rural as Resembool, but the houses had large yards and many of them were farms with horses, goats, sheep, and chickens. Ed noticed that only the main roads were paved, the ones branching off them were dirt.

Suddenly, the bus went quiet and somebody yelled, "The bumps are coming!" Ed looked around at everyone who was sitting facing front with eager looks on their faces.

Savannah leaned over the seat. "Get ready, Ed! This is your first time, so you gotta be prepared! On the count of three, just lean up a little bit and just let it loose!"

"Wha-"

"One!" Everyone screamed in unison.

"Wait what am I-"

"Two!"

"HANG ON-"

"THREE!"

Ed watched in horror as the entire front of the bus leaned skyward, then went back down.

Suddenly, everything slowed down. Ed was launched into the air at least three feet, hung there for a moment, then was slammed back down in his seat.

He sat there, frozen, while everyone cheered. "Oh, that made me feel all tingly!" Tony yelled, making everyone laugh.

The bus turned down a dirt road, alongside a wide canal. Ed wished he could jump in the sparkling water, for he was drenched in sweat from being stuck inside this oven-like tin can.

The reached their first stop, in literally the middle of nowhere, then the bus rattled down a bumpy road and up a hill.

Back on pavement, the bus made a sharp turn down the side of the hill and abruptly stopped at the bottom, causing Ed to be slammed into the back of the seat. He peeled his face off the torn fabric and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"See ya' later, child!" Tony and all the other kids chimed. Ed trudged down the aisle and was the last one off. He took a few steps and then collapsed on his hands and knees in the muddy swale. "Never. Again. Will I go through that hell." He muttered.

"Well, it's your only way home, unless you wanna walk," Nicole said. Ed heard the bus squeal and hiss as it rumbled away while Tony was yelling something out the window and another kid was going, "Yeah! Weeeeeeeeeeed!"

Nicole offered him a hand. "I think I'd rather walk," Ed replied, helping himself up.

"Hello, Fullmetal."

Ed looked up and his eyes widened when he saw the figures standing in the shade.

"Colonel..."

A/N: BWAHAHAHAHA YOU SAW THAT COMING DIDN'T YOU.

A BIG thank you to everyone that reviewed! This time I'm gonna reply.

FullmetalAlchemist64: Lol it's true the lady at the store loves me because I've spent like $400 there. Glad ya liked Tony! （〜^∇^)〜

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Guest: The name of the store is Zen Garden, though I do not think it is a chain of stores. And thank you, this is literally me at school everyday:

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Btw, if any of you find anything totally random and doesn't make sense in this story, blame my sister. I already found three stupid lines she managed to sneak in.

So, you all know Mr. Hollister. Well, I changed all my teachers' names, and usually they have some sort of meaning behind them. Most of them are long and confusing, but Mr. Hollister's is actually quite amusing. You see, he dresses like a model for Abercrombie or Hollister or Banana Republic. So, we decided to name him Mr. Hollister.

R&R!

~Alpha Infinity