Cory: This is it, high school. You're gonna be king.
Auggie: I hope so. Riley's only been at Pennbrook for a week, and I feel like I'm already behind on everything.
Cory: No! But you owe me a book report.
Auggie: WHAT?
Cory: I'm just kidding. I'm your history teacher. I wouldn't do that to you.
Auggie: You scared me, Dad. I don't know how this works.
Cory: You get dressed, you eat breakfast, you take the subway, you hope you don't die. Simple, really.
Auggie: I'm not ready.
In the kitchen, later:
Topanga: My baby's going to high school. Seems like just yesterday I was cutting the crusts off sandwiches and ironing underwear.
Cory: That was yesterday. Thanks for ironing my boxers, by the way. And the sandwich was delicious.
Auggie: You're so weird.
Cory: That's Mr. Weird to you.
Auggie: Okay then, Mr. Weird. I've got a Miss Morgenstern to see.
A knock at the door.
Auggie: (still chewing) Ava!
Ava: Auggie Doggie. Good to see you, Mr. Matthews, Topanga.
Topanga: Hi, Ava. How was your summer?
Ava: Quiet. My dad's house is in some little town outside of Albany. Nothing like here. No sirens. No crazy people. Well, one. But I really shouldn't talk about my dad's boss like that.
Auggie: Welcome back.
Ava: Thanks, Aug.
Cory: You two ready to go?
Auggie: Not at all.
Ava: C'mon. Let's go. Doy's meeting us, remember?
Auggie: Fine. But I'm not gonna like it.
Homeroom, Abigail Adams High:
Cory: Welcome to ninth grade, kids.
Auggie: Can I go now?
Ava: We just got here.
Doy walks in, hair slicked back, wearing glasses and a leather jacket two sizes too big.
Doy: Everybody look at me!
Auggie: Why?
Doy: Why? Because I'm the new and improved Dewey Daniels. I'm fourteen. Figured it was time I acted like it.
Ava: Doy? What's going on?
Dewey: It's Dewey. It's always been Dewey.
Cory: Nice to meet you, Dewey.
Dewey: It's me, Mr. Matthews. I don't blame you for not recognizing me. I got glasses, see?
Cory: I do recognize you, Dewey.
Dewey: No, you don't. I'm cool now.
Cory: Sure... Anyway. Take a seat.
Dewey goes to sit down when another, bigger student sits where he was going to sit.
Dewey: Hey!
Student: This is my seat.
Dewey: I don't see your name on it.
Student: It's right there, see, Mikey's seat.
Dewey: You're Mikey?
Mikey: No, I'm Dave.
Dewey: Then I can sit here?
Mikey: Of course I'm Mikey, dummy.
Ava: You can't talk to him like that!
Mikey: I can talk to whoever I want, however I want. This is my third year in the ninth grade.
Auggie: Third?
Mikey: I can't read so good. You got a problem with that?
Auggie: Dad?
Cory: Yeah?
Auggie: What do I do?
Cory: Just smile and nod.
Auggie smiles and nods.
Mikey: Is that a yes?
Auggie: No. No problem. Dad, help.
Mikey: Is he your father?
Auggie: (gulps) I...
Auggie smiles and nods, again.
Part two coming soon...
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