It's a three day weekend, and you know what that means? I get to post more stuff! YAY ME! And this is my lucky number eighth fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it!

"This is taking forever!" Noah complained. "They need a better system!"

"Maybe it wouldn't take so long if Ms. White wasn't in charge," Cody pointed out. The two boys were waiting in the clearly marked A-M line to get their schedules for the new school year. A fussy old lady, who goes by the name of Ms. White, was handing them out, and trying to make sense of the hundred or so kids, whose last names started with the letters A-M. Cody Anderson and Noah Matthews were only two of those kids, unlucky enough to be almost the last in line.

"We're going to be here all day! She's only given out three schedules, and it's been fifteen minutes!" Noah yelled.

"Chill out! At least we're not on the bus that got rear-ended, like Gwen and Bridgette." Gwen had texted Cody earlier that morning, saying that they can't meet them in front of the school building like they had planned.

"Yeah, but I hate waiting," Noah pouted.

Eventually, they got to the front of the line. "Geez, finally! I'm Noah Matthews," he told Ms. White.

"Cashews?"

"Matthews! M-A-T-T-H-E-W-S! MATTHEWS!" he yelled, clearly very ticked off from waiting so long.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so! Here you are."

Noah glanced at the paper, then exclaimed, "I said NOAH Matthews, not Haley Matthews! Do I look like a girl to you?!"

"You need a haircut and an attitude adjustment, young man!"

"And you need a hearing aid!" Noah shot back.

"Dude, stop!" Cody cut in. "This is getting us nowhere!"

Ms. White gave Noah the right schedule, and a stern look, then turned to Cody. "And what is your name?"

"Cody Anderson."

"Here you go, Mr. Anderson." They both turned to go, but Ms. White crowed, "And Mr. Matthews? You better hope you're not in one of my classes this year."

When they got out of earshot of her (which wasn't very far away), Noah dared to look at the name of his english teacher. "Crap! I have Ms. White first period! This bites!"

"School has barely started and you're already on the bad side of one of your teachers. Great start."

"Well, at least I have all AP and college prep classes. You?"

"Media and animation, robotics, computer tech... all sounds about right!" Cody smiled and continued to scan down the page. "Ugh, I have White fifth. But wait, do you have-"

"BALLET?!" Noah screeched.

"Eighth period?" Cody asked. Noah nodded his head, mouth open in horror, but too shocked to say anything. "Why do we have that? I didn't sign up for ballet!"

Noah closed his eyes, and calmly said, "Cody, please tell me you turned the choice sheets in on time."

"I did! I swear!"

"Then why are we enrolled in this?"

"I don't know! That's what I just asked you!"

"I have a feeling that this is your fault!"

"Okay, let's calm down. We can just switch out of it first thing tomorrow," Cody reasoned.

"Why tomorrow?"

"Because of the rule that says you have to attend all of your classes before you can request a schedule change. That's why."

Noah groaned. "So far, I hate this year."

At lunch, Cody and Noah filled Gwen and Bridgette in on the events of the morning.

"White gave me a seventy on the first assignment because I spelled 'expeditious' wrong. My mom's going to kill me! I hate that old lady."

"Who, Ms. White or your mom?" Gwen joked.

"Not funny!" Noah exclaimed.

"Ugh, I have White for fifth period," said Bridgette.

"Me too!" Cody and Bridgette high-fived.

"Well, at least you guys don't have to take ballet like us," Gwen said. "We have it last period, and I heard that it's nearly impossible to switch out of, and that the teacher's a nightmare."

Cody buried his face in his hands, and Noah smacked his head on the table. "I almost forgot about that," Noah said under his breath.

"Wait, you guys have it too?" Bridgette asked. Both boys confirmed, and the girls shrieked with laughter.

"It's not funny!" Cody snapped.

"I think we should just skip it and go home," Noah suggested.

"No way! I'd be grounded for forever if I was caught! I'm not risking it."

"So you want to be the laughingstock of the whole school?" Noah asked.

"Oh my god!" Bridgette chuckled. "That's too funny!"

"I wonder how they'll look wearing tights!" Gwen exclaimed, then busted out laughing again.

"Cody in tights? EEE!" Sierra shrieked.

"Where'd you come from?!" Cody yelled.

"I've been watching you from the table over there," Sierra pointed. "And guess what? I'm in that class too!" She squeezed Cody so tight that he couldn't breathe.

"We... have to... get... out of... that... class!" Cody choked out. "Help... me!"

"Nah," Gwen and Bridgette said in unison.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to stalkers," Noah retorted. "I could die. Not like it's going to matter, because later I'm just going to be stripped of my dignity and possibly die of embarrassment." With that, the girls started giggling again, Sierra included.

"Cody, you're going to be a beautiful little dancer!" she cried. He groaned, then the bell rang.

"Thank god! Saved by the bell!"

"Yeah, but now you have to go to Ms. White," Noah reminded.

"Dammit! Is it too late to go home? This day is getting worse and worse."

"It couldn't possibly get worse."

"Shut up, Noah! You know whenever someone says that, it always gets worse! Thanks a lot!"

Noah chuckled and devilishly grinned. "You're very welcome!"

I've been taking ballet for years, and we certainly don't get enough credit! It's super hard! But enough about me... REVIEW! Favorites are nice, but reviews are nicer!