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Girl Meets 1961

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

"The 60's man!" Mr. Matthews started yet another history class. "Influential musicians like Bob Dylan and Joan Baez... playing guitars and singing like prophets. The times, they were a-changin'."

"The class, they are a-sleepin'." I mumbled loud enough for Mr. Matthews to hear.

"It's not your fault, Dad. It's just the stuff you are saying." Riley tried to explain.

"I'm talking about the '60s, man." Mr. Matthews laughed, but everyone else looked bored.

"Nobody cares about when you were our age." I rolled my eyes.

"Revel, it was over 50 years ago. How old do you think I am?"

Lucas was the only brave one to answer. "There's no right answer to this, sir."

"You should teach us future class, you know, give us something we could use." Maya offered.

"Listen, Dad, you're doing a wonderful job up there and we're very happy you're all jazzed up..."

"We are?" I muttered.

"But history has nothing to do with us." Maya finished for Riley.

"I'm gonna snap this chalk now." Mr. Matthews threatened.

"Uh oh." Lucas muttered from beside me.

Then SNAP! The chalk broke in half. "What did you guys do yesterday?"

"I think I had chicken pot pie?" I yelled out.

"Do you know what yesterday was?" Oh, crap. I walked into this.

"Chicken pot pie day?" I asked hopefully.

"It's history."

"I was close."

"Every decision you make every day, every time you decide to turn left instead of right, you make history and you affect some else's. And if you refuse to learn that, I guarantee you, you guys will not become the best person you can be. Because history is all about missed opportunities. 'History has nothing to do with us,' wasn't it, Ms. Hart?"

"Can't remember, it was, like, five minutes ago."

"Fine. I am not gonna teach you guys about the '60s." Everyone in class cheered. "You are." We all groaned except for Farkle who was still cheering. "History is alive, even if you weren't. But now you're gonna be. You will visit the 1960s and give a report."

"Time travel." Farkle said in dreamland.

"How do we do that, Dad? We weren't there."

"You were." He slammed a book shut.

"How?" I was confused.

"You all have grandparents or great-grandparents. Choose one who was around during that time. Learn all you can about them and report back. Then we'll see if history has nothing to do with us. Living history. Now I'm all jazzed up." Farkle cheered while the rest of us groaned.

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In Greenwich Village, New York 1961 there was a single teen mother with her two sons. She rushed into a restaurant as morning sickness took over her. Her third child was causing her body to reject everything she ate. She pushed her twin boys into a nice looking girls arms and ran into the ladies room.

She finished puking up her ham and cheese sandwich and went up to the counter to order some water to clear the taste of puke from her mouth and juice to keep the twins happy.