A/N: Well this is my first Full House fanfic and I haven't watched the show in years so go easy on me. I'm glad this fandom is still active (or seems active anyway). I'm not new to art of fanfiction. Just check out my profile for the proof of that ;-) Anyway, enough said. Enjoy the story and feel free to give me feedback (I accept criticism as long as it's said in a respective manner).

A/N2: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED! INFORMATION MIGHT DIFFER FROM THE ORIGINAL VERSION!

Disclaimer: I own nothin'!

Dear Diary,

It's almost three o'clock in the morning and I'm still awake. School is starting today, did you know that? And I'm really nervous. I'm so nervous that my stomach hurts and it keeps me from sleeping. Dad says I have no reason to be nervous because high school is pretty close to junior high. Besides, all my friends from grade eight are going to be there, even Jenny will be there. But the high school is so much bigger than my elementary and junior high school and I'm afraid I won't fit in or even that I'll get lost.

I talked to Stephanie last night. She told me not to worry about it, that she was nervous her first day of high school too but that she soon realized that there was nothing to be nervous about. She had a great time in high school and she says that I'll probably have fun too. I miss Steph. I wish she still lived at home. Dad said that she had to go away because of college and when I asked why she just didn't go to college here, he told me that Steph was a big girl and that she wanted to live more indepently or whatever he said.

Jenny isn't nervous... or so she says. I just think she's trying to act all tough because that's what 14-year-olds are supposed to be. I've known her long enough to know that it's not true. She's just as scared as me, and probably even more than me.

I guess I should try to get some sleep. I don't want to be too tired for school tomorrow and look like a wreck. Steph bought me makeup for my birthday last year but I still haven't touched it. Maybe I'll wear some tomorrow...

"MICHELLE! GET UP! YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

Michelle groaned softly as she opened her eyes to find her bedroom already drowning in sunlight. She stretched in her bed and yawned. She turned to her clock. 7:30. She had overslept.

Well at least I got some sleep. The teen thought to herself.

Jumping out of bed, she put on her slippers and ran out of her room, down the corridor then down the stairs. She stopped abruptly as she collided with her father.

"Are you in a hurry?" Danny asked his daughter, chuckling.

"No." Came a muffled answer.

Smiling, he kissed the top of his daughter's head.

"Your breakfast is on the table."

"Thanks, Dad." Michelle replied as she stepped back.

Walking to the table, she patted her dog's head before sitting down at her usual spot. She immediately grabbed the cereal box and poured some in her bowl. The milk was added and a buttered toast immediately followed.

"Hungry, munchkin?" Jesse asked as he lowered the newspaper.

"Uncle Jesse, how many times have I told you not to call me munchkin anymore? I'm not a baby. I'm 14."

Jesse looked up at Danny, who smiled at him.

"Sorry Michelle." Jesse replied, a smile tugging at his lips. "But you'll always be my little munchkin. There's nothing you can do about that."

Michelle frowned but didn't say anything. Instead, she plunged her spoon back into the bowl and took another portion of her cereals.

She ate quickly, knowing she didn't have a lot of time before she had to leave and that she still had a lot to do. Her bag wasn't packed yet and she still had to get dressed, brush her teeth, comb her hair and she was pretty sure that putting on her makeup would take a bit of time.

So it was fifteen minutes later, after rinsing and putting away the dishes in the dishwasher, that Michelle ran back up the stairs and went straight to her room. Her clothes, picked out the previous night, waited patiently for her on her computer chair. She smiled. She was finally going to wear the clothes D.J. had sent her for her first day of high school. A nice white skit with a nice salmon top to go with it.

"Just something nice for you to wear on your first day of high school." D.J. had written in the letter.

Michelle sighed. She missed her sister.

It had been three years since D.J. had moved out of the house and into an apartment downtown San Fransisco right after her admission in college. She visited often but ever since she had gotten engaged, she rarely came to visit. Oh, she called several times a week and sent letters but Michelle missed hanging out with her. Stephanie had soon followed and had moved to Los Angeles for college. And so, Michelle had been left alone in the house, with Joey, her uncle and aunt, her cousins and her father. The house had immediately seemed too big to her but for some reason, her family had decided to stay put. Two empty rooms had populated the second floor until the first one had been turned into a guest room while the other one now served as an office for both Danny and Jesse.

The skirt was a little too tight but the shirt fitted perfectly. Michelle smied as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't the prettiest, she often thought, but this outfit sure made her look pretty nice. She was content.

One more thing on the board: makeup.

Michelle walked to her dresser and took the little box she had hidden the makeup in. Sitting down on her bed, she placed the box on her knees and slowly opened the lid. A tube of mascara, various colours of eye shadow, lipgloss and other accessories filled the box. Michelel emptied the content beside her and began picking out she wanted to wear. She closed her eyes for a minute and tried to remember the Make-Up 101 Stephanie had given her just a few weeks earlier. Then, grabbing her foundation and the little mirror on her nightstand, she began applying her make-up.

"MICHELLE!"

Michelle jumped, startled. She had been so concentrated on applying her make-up she hadn't even thought of the time. But now she was done. She took a deep breath and took one more look at herself. She looked nice. More than nice. She smiled. Maybe this would turn out to be a good day.

Gathering her books and pencilcase, she stuffed everything in her bag and ran out of her room.

She ran down the stairs and was about to grab her shoes when a hand on her shoulder spun her around. She looked up at her father.

"Where do you think you're going dressed like this, young lady?"

Michelle closed her eyes. She should have known she wouldn't be able to get away with her outfit.

"To school, Dad." Michelle replied, innocently.

Just play it cool. She thought to herself.

"Dressed like this? I don't think so. Upstairs and change now!"

"Come on, Danny. Let her live a little." Jesse said. "It's her first day of high school. She has to make a good impression."

"And dressed like this is the way to do that?" Danny replied, not at all convinced by his brother-in-law's argument.

"Of course. Nice outfit, nice make-up..."

"She's wearing make-up?" Danny asked, surprised, as he examined his daughter's face more closely.

"Nice hair." Jesse went on, ignoring Danny.

"Sweetie, I'm not letting you go to school with make-up."

Michelle rolled her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because little girls don't wear make-up."

"But I'm not a little girl. I'm 14."

"Danny, you did the same mistake with Stephanie and D.J. Maybe you should cut Michelle some slack. Make-up didn't kill neither of your two oldest. It's not going to kill her."

Danny looked from Jesse to his daughter and sighed in defeat.

"Fine. Now go before I change my mind."

Throwing a triumphant smile at her uncle, she opened the door and walked out of the house.

It was lunchtime. The hallways were crowded and buzzing with activity. Heads turned as Jenny Symmes and Michelle Tanner walked through the hallways of their new school. The two girls smiled at each other.

"Do you have your schedule?" Jenny asked her best friend.

"Yeah!" Michelle replied, excitedely.

Taking the timetable out of her bag, she unfolded it and showed her best friend.

"Cool! We have three classes together. Math, Gym and Music."

"Really?" Michelle replied as she glanced at her friend's schedule. "That's so nice. Now we won't be all alone."

Jenny gasped.

"You'll never know who is in my class?"

"Who?"

"Erica Lawson."

Michelle gaped.

"You're kidding?"

Jenny shook her head.

"Oh my God, I pity you. Is she still a snob?"

"Oh yeah."

Michelle felt her friend grab her arm.

"Come on. The cafeteria is this way." Jenny said, pointing down the corridor they had just turned into.

More heads turned as they made their way to the cafeteria and Michelle smiled. Maybe high school wouldn't be so bad after all.

So, what do you think? I have other plans for this story so it's not ONLY going to be about Michelle. Everybody else will appear in the story every now and then so D.J. and Steph are not out of the picture for good. I'm usually a fast updater, reviews give me the motivation to write.