"Taxation without representation." Mr. Feeny said as Cory and Minkus sat next to him at the front of the room, "King George."

"We provide the colonists with all their finished manufactured goods." Minkus said simply, "We deserve remuneration."

"George Washington."

"Fine," Cory shrugged, "Keep your goods. Like we need your stinking British goods. We're American. We're independent. We'll get our goods from Japan."

Gia let out a small laugh with the rest of the class when Cory said that. She leaned forward and rested her head on her arms, moving her hair out of the way. She was exhausted. Her parents had been going to dinners and parties nearly every night, and she had either been dragged there with them, or been forced to wait at home, where she didn't sleep anyway.

Gia gave a soft sigh and focused her attention back to the front of the room, meeting eyes with Shawn as her gaze shifted.

"I have no history, Mr. Feeny." Cory explained, "I'm eleven. I'm more interested in my future."

"Oh, well," Mr. Feeny said as he clapped his hands and stood up, "then it might be more interesting for us to look into our futures to see if we can avoid our mistakes before they happen."

"I smell an assignment." Shawn muttered.

"I swear; I didn't see it coming." Cory said sarcastically.

"You know, it never comes till Cory opens that big mouth of his..." Gia realized, causing Shawn to laugh and Cory to stick his tongue out at her.

"The assignment," Mr. Feeny interrupted, "is for all of you to create personal histories for yourselves as if you were returning for your 20th high school reunion."

"More like a preunion." Minkus voiced and Mr. Feeny nodded.

"Well said, Mr. Minkus. You are the graduating class of the year 2000." Mr. Feeny paused, "What is your profession? Do you have children? Are those children tormenting their sixth-grade teacher?"

The class laughed in amusement and agreement, and Gia smirked. She could imagine that her future daughter would be a handful.

"Mr. Feeny, would it be okay if I brought my wife?" Minkus asked.

"Oh, come on, Minkus, what's going to marry you?" Shawn smirked.

"Gia or Topanga."

The class oohed as Gia choked on air, gagging, and Topanga carefully closed her notebook.

"Why, Stuart, I'm flattered that you would consider me as a potential life mat, but I'm not sure I even recognize the institution of marriage." Topanga explained.

"Minkus," Gia said, looking over at a glaring Shawn, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Trust me, babe, I've seen the future and it's me." Minkus winked.

~~~

"Gianina," her mother's voice rang from one end of the dining table, "Do you have any homework in school today?"

Gia nodded, clearing her throat stiffly, "We're supposed to come to school tomorrow with a report about what we think our future is going to be like. We can come in full dress and everything."

"Have you started working on it yet?" Her father inquired, and she shook her head.

"I'm not really sure what my future holds yet..." Gia replied, causing her mother to purse her lips.

"Well isn't it obvious, Gianina? You'll marry a nice young man from a good family, and start a family of your own, just like I did." Her mother said, shrugging her shoulders.

"But why?" Gia blurted out, causing her mother to turn to her with a glare.

"Because that's the way we do things. We've made so many sacrifices for thus family, and we're not about to let you throw your life away."

"Is that the way my grandmother did it?" Gia asked boldly, and her mother glared daggers at her.

"We do not speak of your grandmother."

"I'm tired of this attitude." Her father spoke up. "Go to your room. Your mother, being the gracious person she is, will help you with your project, but we don't want to see you for the rest of the night."

"Fine." Gia snapped, standing up abruptly and stomping up the stairs to her room, slamming and locking the door. She hated her life.

~~~

Gia stood next Topanga. Her mother had forced her into a knee length red plaid skirt and a tight white blouse. She had a giant pair of black high heels on, and a face full of makeup, her hair curled and laying on her shoulders.

"I really like your world Topanga," Gia said smiling slightly. Topanga's world was different from Gia's. Gia's world was a picture of her mother's view. She was to become a perfect little housewife to some hotshot. Topanga's was a world where women could be anything they wanted to be. Topanga smiled.

"Thank you. I think that the future you made is very... exquisite." Topanga forced out, and Gia nodded, her face straight.

Gia walked over to where Shawn and Cory stood while Mr. Feeny talked to Topanga about her report.

"Hey Gia- Woah!" Shawn looked at her with wide eyes. "Gia- you look- you look-"

"Exactly like my mother." Gia said softly, biting the inside of her cheek. "Trust me, I know."

"I was going to say you look really good." He said, searching her face worriedly. "You okay?

"Your wife must be a good cook." Gia said, avoiding the topic.

"I'm really hoping you are," Shawn said as he patted his stomach, "Or this might just be a bunch of junk."

Gia blushed quickly, glaring at the boy, before looking at the uniforms.

"What are your jobs?"

"Center field of the Philadelphia Phillies." Cory replied.

"Tire Salesman."

"Nice." Gia said, nodding.

"What are you, Gia?" Cory asked.

"I'm a housewife." Gia mumbled, and Shawn went to open his mouth.

"Miss Watts," Gia turned to Mr. Feeny.

"I'll see you in a bit," She said, before walking over to Mr. Feeny.

"Your future is very... interesting, Miss Watts." Mr. Feeny noted as he skimmed through her paper.

"Yeah, is that a problem...?" Gia asked nervously.

"No, not at all. I do, though, find it very curious that you aren't going to have a job."

"Well," Gia said softly, thinking quickly, "I think I'd be a stay at home mother. That's what the plan is, anyway."

"Would that be your plan, Miss Watts?" 

Gia looked down, blushing, before looking up. "Yes, sir." She lied. "It's my report after all." She said softly, and he sighed, staring at her for a few moments.

"Well overall this was a very good report. I'll give you an A."

"Thank you, Mr. Feeny." Gia said, giving a soft smile. Was this really the plan she wanted to follow?