It took a few minutes for the first person to enter, an elderly woman with a tired fad the frame of her gsses resting on her head, feigned a smile as she approached the board to write what I'm sure is her name. "All right, everybody, my name is Ms. MacElroy," she said, dispying her name on the board.

  "In addition to being your homeroom teacher, I'll be seeing some of you in my English css and some of you on the volleyball court," she tinued.

  I could see Sheldon looking around the while the teacher spoke. I nudged Broke to show Sheldon, who then sigo Geie, who enthusiastically gestured for Sheldon to face forward.

  "I'm sure you're well aware that we have a student with us who, despite his young age, is remarkably gifted," the teacher said desdingly, referring to Sheldon, "and I expect all of you to make him feel wele."

  Wheeacher said that, Sheldon immediately raised his hand. "Oh boy, here he goes," I heard Geie murmur.

  Before the teacher could give Sheldon the floor, I stood up and said, "Well, thank you, ma'am, for your kind words. Although I'm the right age to be in 9th grade, you're corre saying that I have a gift. If anyone needs help with anything, I wouldn't mind sharing my gift with anyone," I said with a falsely altruistie and a politi's smile. "By the way, I'm PJ, pleased to meet you all," I chuckled a bit at my obvious joke as I sat back down.

  Many, including the teacher, aowledged my obvious jest and ughed a little. Geie, who was also quietly chug, said, "Thanks."

  Until...

  "PJ, the teacher was obviously referring to me," Sheldon said, turning on his chair to face me with a hint of annoyan his voice. "I thought it was clear; I'm surprised you didn't notice," he tinued, making the css ugh again.

  "Yes, it was a little joke, Sheldon. We all know the teacher was talking about you," I expio the child.

  "Oh, I see now," Sheldon replied. "Sorry, Ms. MacElroy," he raised his hand again.

  "Yes, Sheldon?"

  "Oh boy," I muttered this time.

  "Per the student dress and grooming code, this boy's hair is too long, this boy is wearing sports attire outside of a designated area, and this girl's blouse is diaphanous, which means I see her brassiere," Sheldon quickly poio each person. Once again, when he fihe css ughed a bit, except feie, who banged his forehead on his desk.

  "Thank you, I will take that into at," said the teacher, obviously not pg much importan it, with fake gratitude. "Alright, we have a few minutes before the first period. I need all of you to fill out these forms," she tinued with her false enthusiasm. "What?" she asked, seeing Sheldon raise his hand again.

  "Also, in viotion of the grooming code on page 48, article five, subse B, you have a bit of a mustache," Sheldon shamelessly pointed out.

  Laughter erupted in the .

  Teacher MacElroy seemed trance-like, with her eyes wide open and her jaw hanging loose. Suddenly snapping out of her trance, she quickly brought a hand to her fad said, "Fill out your forms, leave them on your desks, and wait for your first period so you go to your math css. I have things to do ieachers' room," she said as she swiftly left the room.

  As soon as the teacher left the , noise filled the room. Laughter began to be heard, some students filled out the forms in front of them while talking to their friends, and a few others stayed silent answering the questions on the form.

  "Your brother is very funny, Geie," Brooke said with a loud ugh. "Yeah? Try living with that all the time," Geie poio Sheldon, who was still filling out his form.

  "e on, he's just a kid, even though he's clearly smarter than you, you still outdo him in other things, right?" An said, pg his hand on Geie's shoulder with a smug smile.

  After finishing filling out my form, I sat up straight in my seat and said, "e on, Geie, he's your brabe used to tease me a bit too, but if you find something he likes and help him with it, he'll start to respeore," I advised.

  "Yeah, but what he likes is sd stupid trains that I 't touch," Geie excimed in frustration.

  "Haha, then you're out of luck, buddy," David, who was sitting in front of us, teased. "You talking about sce?" he tinued with more mockery in his voice as he turned back to fill out his papers.

  With that, my new friends started filling out the forms in front of them. Since I had finished earlier, I decided to approach Sheldon, who kept turning to look at me.

  "What's up, little buddy?" I asked Sheldon, greeting the girl o him with a nod.

  "I was w about our versation a few minutes ago. If they break the school rules, is it because their morality allows it?" Sheldon asked with intrigue on his face.

  "Well, Sheldon, there are rules that exist to set boundaries for people. Sometimes those boundaries are uandable, like the ws of our try, but occasionally rules don't make any seell me, if there were a rule that prohibited you from pying with your little miniature trains, would you follow it?" I asked, sitting in ay chair o him.

  "Well, it would bother me a little not to be able to use my miniature trains, certainly, but if justice dictates that I 't do it, I will follow the w without hesitation," he said with self-assurance.

  "I uand that you see it that way, but not everyone has your willpower to avoid doing things they enjoy," I said as I stood up to leave the , as Geie, David, An, and Brooke were waiting for me at the door.

  When the first period started and we were ihe , everything followed the same course as the first enter with a teacher. Teacher Ingram introduced herself, writing her name and the subject she would tea the bave an overview of her css, and then began with a question, "Does anyone here know what Algebra is?"

  Only Sheldon raised his hand, which made many of those who had shared a with him during the first moments of school sigh. Teacher Ingram nodded and gave him the floor.

  "Yes, Algebra is the branathematics that studies the bination of elements from abstract structures acc to certain rules. inally, these elements could be interpreted as numbers or quantities, so algebra, in a way, was inally a generalization aension of arithmetic," Sheldon said as if he had read it from a book.

  "Very well," the surprised teacher urning to the board to write again, until "Excuse me, Teacher Ingram," she returned her gaze to Sheldon, who once again had his hand raised.

  "Yes, Cooper?" she asked.

  "I was w, where did you get your credentials? If you don't know what Algebra is, how do you expect to teach us mathematics?" Sheldon asked, intrigued.

  Once again, a few ughs escaped from people in the , which were quickly silenced by an annoyed look from the teacher.

  "Well, Sheldon, if you really o know, I got my degree from Oral Roberts Uy, and I passed my teacher preparatiram," she responded.

  "Oral Roberts Uy," Sheldoed with a hint of displeasure on his face.

  "Yes, it's a wonderful school," the teacher replied, offended.

  It seemed like Sheldon was about to say something against this statement, so I decided to intervene.

  "True, I've heard of it too. My uncle graduated from there as well; he speaks highly of the school," I quickly lied to the teacher to silence Sheldon.

  "Well, your uncle is right, young man. What's your he teacher replied.

  "PJ Dun, ma'am. You were telling us about Algebra," I said with a smile.

  "Oh, yes, thank you, Dun," she said with a kind smile, "well, as I was saying, Algebra is mainly based on-."

  The css tinued with some interruptions from Sheldon, and as no one raised their hand besides him, he was the only one answering. The teacher, Ms. Ingram, became increasingly annoyed with his behavior. Feeling sorry for her, I started raising my hand too. With a grateful smile, Ms. Ingram ignored Sheldon's hand and aowledged mine instead. By the end of the period, I had answered more than half of the css questions. If the scowl was any clue this seemed to bother Sheldon.

  When the bell rang, Ms. Ingram quickly annouhe homework: "the first ten problems from our textbook and Dun, you wait a moment please, i o talk with you" the teacher requested.

  "Oh, real homework!" excimed Sheldoedly as he packed up his things and prepared to leave.

  Once everyohe , Ms. Ingram asked me to approach her desk. She cautiously handed me a piece of paper, making sure no one was he door.

  Is this what I think it is, or am I mistaken?

  As I was about to open it, she stopped me and said, "I don't want your cssmates to know about this," Oh, dear, it is what I thought it was, "especially Sheldon," huh?

  When I opehe tained a list of algebra topics.

  "From now on, I'll give you a list of topics that will be covered in the css. If you notice that only Sheldon raises his hand, I want you to do the same, and I'll give you a ce to answer. Make sure to find the ao the questions beforehand, so he 't correct you, and therefore, me. I'll give you extra credit if you by the end of the course," she discreetly whispered as she guided me to the door.

  "Goodbye, Dun. See you tomorrow," said the teacher as she pushed me out and closed the door firmly.

  In the hallway, my four new friends were waiting, looking at me with puzzled expressions, w why the teacher had escorted me out of the .

  Ign their questions, I tinued on my way, and they followed suit.

  The css was with Mr. Givens, our sce teacher.

  "So, who's ready to explore the wonderful world of sce?" he excimed enthusiastically with his arms up after introdug himself. No one responded until Sheldon raised his hand and said, "Mr. Givens, even though I'm very excited about the Sce css, I'm a bit ed that you're being in breach of the hygiene code," Sheldon pressed his nose, again, for reasons uo him. The cssmates started ughing at what he said.

  Surprised by the boy's statement, Mr. Givens sniffed one of his armpits, made a disgusted face, quickly lowered his arms, and sat at his desk. "Well, young man, that's quite rude to say. Why don't you apologize, so we tih the css?"

  Seemingly offended by the request, Sheldon replied, "I won't apologize for stating the truth. Instead, I offer to be your leader, Mr. Givens, as I am the superior mind, and you are intimidated by my intelligence." Once again, the css burst into ughter at Sheldon's words, while Mr. Givens was left speechless by the audacity of the child.

  The css tinued as it should after the teacher expio Sheldon that he couldn't be the leader. During this css, just like with Ms. Ingram, I attempted to answer as many questions as possible. However, in an imaginary petition with Sheldon, he wouldn't let the teacher choose anyone else to respond after he had answered a question. He would swiftly answer before I could, with a smug smile that, rather than annoy me, I found amusing. So I chuckled under my breath, which seemed to upset him even more. He kept answering questions before the teacher finished asking them or blurting out facts during expnations. Sheldon seemed to be trying to win a race that we weren't having, whinoyed some of my cssmates, especially Geie, who received teasing gnces from some of them.

  But for me, Sheldon was quite helpful. He could be very enthusiastic while answering sce questions or providing expnations on his own, expnations that were accurate and helped refresh my memory even more.

  The css tinued like this until the bell rang again. We all headed to the cafeteria, where we sat with new people who seemed to be taking the tests today as well. I met many new faces, but I mostly talked with Geie, who remained upset with his brother.

  "Damn," he said, "why does he have to be so unbearable," tinuing to chew his lungrily.

  "Geie, he just doesn't know how to be any different. His brain works very differently from ours. You'll have to bear with him," I said, trying to calm him down. "Yeah, idiot brother, you just have to put up with your younger brother being smarter than you until the day you die," a voice behind us said.

  Geie turned in his seat, annoyed, and said, "What did you say, idiot?" attempting to stand up, but I stopped him, pointing to the teacher on duty in the cafeteria. "If you start a fight in the cafeteria, they won't let you participate in the Football tryout," I said, still holding onto his shoulder.

  After seeing that there was indeed a teacher watg, he said, "Bah, whatever," removed my hand from his shoulder, ahe cafeteria, upset.

  My css anish, which passed quickly since I was alohout my friends or Sheldon.

  At the end of the day, a few of us teenagers were on the football field, hands on their hips, and disappoi on their faces Mr. Cooper and Coach Wilkins blew the whistle, calling us over. "We've ted, and holy, we don't he tryout today. If you came to the tryout, you're oeam. gratutions, you're all we've got," said Mr. Cooper. "Now, we'll anize you, the defeeam will go with Coach Wilkins, while the offeeam stays with me, Coach!." With another blow of the whistle, they started anizing us into positions. Surprisingly, I was given the role of quarterback, as I was the tallest among the teenagers, which would give me an advantage, acc to Mr. Cooper.

  The traini well, except for an i involving Geie and the same teenager who had annoyed him in the cafeteria. Mr. Cooper and Coach Wilkins separated them, and furious, Geie stormed off towards the locker rooms with Mr. Cooper following him. While Coach Wilkins was occupied oher side of the field, I approached the teenager and said, "Hey, piggy," as I grabbed the bars of his helmet and pulled him closer. "ime you want to make a joke like that, think twice about the sequences. We're on the same team, you idiot," I whispered to the young man, who angrily removed my hand from his helmet and prepared to fight.

  I also raised my hands, ready for his punch, but it never came. He lowered his hands and walked away.

  When I turned around, puzzled by the situation, I saw my new friends standing behirying to look intimidating. It must have worked, as he left.

  "Good job, quarterback, already looking out for the team," David said, pulling my helmet slightly.

  "Yes, I don't know what that idiot said to Geie. It's too bad you fronted him first, PJ. I nning to do it," Broke said, sn through his nose, annoyed, and showing off his chubby arms.

  Geie returned a few moments ter, thanked me wheold him what I did, and we tinued with the training.

  As expected, I didn't have great physical fitness, so my throws weren't very long or fast, but acc to Coach Wilkins, they were accurate.

  At the end of the training, at Mr. Cooper's request, Coach Wilkins handed us a pybook, asking us to learn the pys.

  We then took a shower in the school's locker room and said goodbye at the exit, where each of us went home with our own parents.

  Mom was already waiting in the car, Teddy was in the fro, so I didn't bother her and sat in the back, where Gabe was reading one of his ics. "Hey, PJ, how was your first day of school?" Mom greeted me as soon as I got in.

  "It was good, just a regur day with the daily drama, but good, also I made it onto the team," I told Mom, handing the pybook to Gabe. "Do you want to help me learn these pys?" I ask him. The car, which had just started moving, suddenly came to a sudden stop. "You made it onto the team?" Mom excimed. "I'm so proud of you, PJ! Wait until your dad hears about this," she said, tinuing to drive with a big smile on her face.

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  Author's thoughts.

  As always, I'm not Ameri, so I'm not familiar with how Ameri schools work. In Chapter 1 of Young Sheldon, only three teachers were introduced, so I don't know what other subjects high school students take in America. Therefore, I'll ignore and ask you to overlook the ck of other subjects. In this chapter, there was a mention of a Spanish css, but it was just a nod, and it won't be mentioned again (uhe plot requires it).

  This chapter was desigo introduew sedary characters who will be recurring throughout the story, especially in the first arc. Buckle up because the first sub-arc of this initial arc is ing.

  Please, leave me a review. If you don't leave a review, you'll have to ehe edgy characters (ugh, how disgusting).

  If you find an error, you know how it goes, ent on it, and I'll correct it immediately.

  P.S.: I started uploading the chapters to Fanfi. in case anyone wants to read it there. They will be uploaded here with priority, but if you prefer the other ptform, you find it uhe same name or my username, MaximusQuill.

  P.S.2: Despite being based on Daily Ameri Drama, this story won't have many simirities. I doubt I'll add some characters, like Hayley Stark from the movie Hard dy (in DAD, it's "Juno the Killer"). It's a good movie, and I reend watg it if you haven't already, although Ellen Page's () performance as Hayley leaves something to be desired. I don't see a reason to add that character here; in DAD, the author added it because their MC's system rewards him for having intelligent friends, in other words, initially, it's just there to give the MC a few more intelligence points. However, if you have a character that you think fits well with the story and would like to see, I'm pletely open to reendations.

  Thanks for reading! :D.