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Girl Meets World

I do not own Girl Meets World or any of the characters

"You really want to do that?" I asked Lucas as he told me he would baby-sit Amabella.

    "Wouldn't want to miss hanging out with my god-daughter." He smiled back at me, and opened the door to the classroom.

    The teacher was already talking, "...don't know who you are." Then he saw us. "Who are you? I don't know who you are."

    A brunette saw Lucas and turned to her blonde haired friend and whispered something like "Subway boy"

    "Lucas Friar and Revel Tien from Austin, Texas." Lucas and I handed the teacher our transcripts.

    "Oh, new student Mr. Friar and Miss Tien?"

    "Yes sir." We answered at the same time.

    "Great, you're just in time for today's assignment." He gestured for us to take a seat.

    We took the two empty seats near the blonde and brunette. The brunette turned around and smiled at him.

    The teacher picked up a piece of chalk and started talking again. "Ok, so we-" He turned around and saw the brunette staring at Lucas. He came over and made her turn back to the front. "So I'd like you guys to open your books to page 48." Everyone opened their history books to the correct page. "Now I'd like you guys to turn to page one." We all flipped back to page one. "Now I'd like you to read from page one to 48." Everyone groaned. The teacher waved his hand. "Oh, too bad on you." Then continued. "Okay for tonight's assignment, I'd like you to write me a three page essay on anything-- anything at all that you guys believe in so strongly that you'd fight for it."

    "That!" The blonde girl sat up. "I'd fight for no homework. I come here everyday. Why can't you teach me everything I need to know while I'm here?" She had a point, but I knew girl's like her, and they tend to be very reckless. I was one.

    The brunette chimed in, "Whoo!" The teacher looked at the brunette confused. "Not whoo." She sighed.

    The blonde stood up, "He gets our days. Let's take back our nights. No homework, more freedom. Who's with me?" She smiled mischievously. Slowly she started to chant, "No homework, more freedom. No homework, more freedom. No homework, more freedom..." While everyone was chanting she turned to her brunette friend. "This is it, kid. You want to be like me, stand up." The blonde walked up and down the rows of seats chanting. Lucas and I looked at each other worried, we couldn't get in trouble again.

    The brunette slowly stood up, and the teacher walked up to her, "Whatcha doing?" He asked.

    "I'm making a choice about who I want to be, about whose world I want it to be."

    The teacher looked desperate at this point, "Riley," Oh that's her name "I know you. You know exactly who you are."

    "Who am I, Dad?" Well that's a plot twist.

    "You're just like me," He said kind of hopefully.

    "Yeah?" She was getting mad now. "Would you do this?" And she joined in with all the chanting. She turned a small boy with a yellow turtleneck and a plaid shirt.  "Farkle," I'm guessing that's his name, "You with us or not?"

    Everyone stood up and started marching out of class. Farkle stood up with them, but he looked distraught. "My education or my woman?" He asked himself. He kept repeating it to himself, until he looked at the teacher and went. "Oh, it's happening again, sir." Farkle fell back into the teacher's arms unconscious. The teacher dragged him out of the class just leaving me and Lucas.