Todd was bored to death in his class. The biology teacher was talking about evolution. She went on, and on about how man came from monkeys. The young mutant didn't believe for one bit and wished the teacher would stop teaching evolution as fact, at least this kind. For one thing, if humans really came from monkeys, then why did he instead look so much like an amphibian. In addition to this, she didn't say anything about the current evolution of humans, that of mutants powers.

The Freshman thought very quietly to himself, about how it should be amphibians they evolved from. He would also have to complain to Mystique about this. Her speeches about evolution being a process of adaption made more sense than the theories that everybody all came from monkeys, but he also figured he'd agree with her on the fact that various humans came from different things. Todd suddenly chuckled to himself. "Maybe humans do come from different animals. Me, Toad from amphibians, and Duncan, well, Duncan evolved from a monkey."

"Mr. Tolansky, what is it that you find so humorous?" The teacher glared at the boy slapping her yardstick against his hand.

"I was just thinking, some of us didn't come from monkeys, but some of us did, yo!" Todd was smiling, but also quite proud of himself. He continued, forgetting that there were a few athletes in the room. "Us normal ones, we came from amphibians and dolphins, while the jocks, they came from monkeys. Look at how they act in the hallways."

A paper wad hit him in the back of his head, making the class titter at him. The teacher only glared her typical death glare. "There is DNA evidence that we came from monkeys."

"Bull!" Todd raised his hand up into the air, making stuff up as he went. "There is DNA evidence that we all came from frogs and toads. Just because we have close to the same number and structure does not mean we are related. You did say something like that."

"Tolanksy!"

"Yo, lady, when are you going to get the fact what your teaching isn't fact, just some weird concept someone came up with. It is yet to be proven I say!" He continued despite the teacher calling out his name again. He started throwing out a random mash up of her own words. "In fact, there is more proof for adaption evolution within a species than there is proof that there is an evolution from one species to another. So I say, we came from frogs and toads because I like frogs and toads!" Todd stood up on the seat of the desk and took a bow, causing groans to erupt from the class. He stood back up. "Except the jocks. They definitely came from monkeys."

Two more wads of paper were thrown at the back of his head. The teacher was livid. "Do I need to send you to the office Tolansky?"

A girl raised her hand. She wore rather non-descript clothes, and her hair-cut was a bit old fashioned. Todd also couldn't help but notice the cross hanging around her neck. "But he's right. You're teaching this as fact, not theory. It's still not proven and it isn't fair to those who choose not to believe in it. I believe in the bible, he in his frog god."

"This is not the place for theological drivel." The teacher snapped, not pleased at the chaos her class had descended into.

"Yo, the teacher isn't respecting religious freedom!" Todd was now climbing up on top of his desk, taking full delight in ragging the teacher on. "It's her constitutional rights to practice her beliefs! Telling her what she believes is drivel just trashes her! It's our constitutional right to free speech! Don't trash our right to free speech just because we're not adults!

A snapping sound was heard as the teacher's yardstick broke in two, her eyes glaring at Todd with distinct ire. She was about to open her mouth when the bell rang. "I will deal with you later young man."

Todd was happy with himself as he left the classroom. Before he left, the girl said, "Thank you for standing up for me."

For a brief moment, Todd thought he had a chance, a very long one, at getting a girlfriend, only to disappear when he was grabbed from behind by one of the jocks. "You have no right saying that about us!"

"This guy is in for the beating of his life."

"Yo, I did nothing wrong." Todd held up his hands in self-defense.

"You don't want a thumping? I hear you are a thief. You don't want to get thumped, get us a thousand dollars in cash by tomorrow."

"And where exactly am I supposed to get that?" His mouth had yet again gotten him in trouble, but this time not for his slime or long tongue. No, the trouble came from his other mouth issue.

"The football game. And for that stupid question, make it a thousand for each of us, me and my friend." He then shoved Todd away, only for the smaller teen to glare at them. "No, get the whole lot, and us two will split it halves'ies. Got it, dweeb?"

"Yo, stealing is now a hobby? I have scruples you know." Todd muttered to himself. "The football game isn't a bad idea. Just wish I'd thought of it before someone decided to take the dough I'd get from it. Bummer. Lunch money for a few weeks."

EG

Kitty Pryde felt like crying. Riley and Amy had done it again. This time they had placed a silly string trap in her locker and it had gotten both her regular and gym clothes messy. Not to mention the coach blamed her for the mess. Apparently, she was also the cheerleader coach and it came as no surprise that she would stand up for two of her cheerleaders. Kitty sobbed as she brushed the strings away.

Many times she had tried talking to her parents. They told her there was no way anyone would want to make fun of their baby girl. She was way too pretty, kind and smart. They just forgot the part about athletic clutz that went along with all of that. Kitty carefully swept the silly string up, only to have it caught in the spikes of the broom. She was yet again going to be late for her second-period class and the coach had refused a pass.

"Hey, Kitty Kat." A voice purred behind her. Kitty jumped and fell. She looked up to see Riley.

"What are you still doing here! Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Kitty snapped at her.

"I'm skipping. They don't take attendance this period." Riley blew on her nails. "I thought since no one has gym second period I would use it to do my nails."

"Where's your friend?" Kitty stood up brushing herself off. She decided it might be best to pick up the silly string.

"Amy's flirting with her new boyfriend, the one that happens to share the second period with her, so unless he skips too, she won't skip." Riley gave Kitty a dirty look. "Looks like you're skipping."

"Not that I wanted to." Kitty snapped at her.

"Ohh, Kitty Kat's got a temper. Raur... like, I am so ... not ... scared of you." Riley blew on her nails.

"Why do you like picking on me, huh?" Kitty felt like crying again.

"I like picking on you because you make yourself an easy target. You're also naïve about the world girl. I'll keep picking on you unless you find a way, oh, to just disappear. Like, ghosting through the wall or becoming invisible. As if that will ever happen." Riley then got up and left. "There will never be a pity party at this school for Kitty Witty."

Kitty burst into tears. She wished her parents would listen.

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Lance was in his English class during the second period. They had handed in their papers the day before, the first for the school year and the teacher was handing them back. Lance received his and looked at the huge red F marked through all of it. Lance gritted his teeth and crumpled his paper. He rose his hand into the air. The teacher however ignored him.

"Why did I get an F on my paper? You didn't mark it except for an F." Lance snapped.

The teacher glared at him. "Do not speak unless you are called upon."

"I will speak when I am good and ready too! Especially when the teacher just so happens to be purposely ignoring me." Lance snapped. A tremor came through the classroom.

"Fine. I will tell you why. You plagiarized again." The teacher said.

"You have no proof!" Lance snapped, causing another tremor to go through the room. His head was beginning to hurt. Why the teachers looked down on him, let alone never once gave him a chance, he didn't know. All adults seemed out to get him, which was downright irritating. As usual, no proof of his supposed crime was offered up, except for the usual excuse.

"My proof is that you're a stupid idiot who is a juvenile delinquent who wants to undermine the system. The tax payers money isn't for teaching immoral people like you how to undermine the system. It is there for the kids who's parents pay to have them get an education." At this, another tremor went off. Lance crumpled up his paper and tossed it at the teacher, hitting him it the head. "Alvers! To the principle's office now!"

Lance raised his hands and got up with a shrug, shoving them into his pants pockets. The system was out to get him anyways. This was the way he was brought up, to expect let down after let down. He marched down the hallway. Someone tried to get his attention, but he ignored them. He went to the office and the secretary told him to wait in the office as the principal was out. Lance thought very carefully about what the teacher had said. He then went to the computer and fiddled with it, a grin appearing on his face.

When he was finished, he sat down. He couldn't figure out what the Principal had been doing that was taking so long. Then he found out as the Principal hauled in his two goons by the ear. Lance put a hand on his head and groaned. "I can't believe you two were... no! Not you too Alvers! Never mind, I am just going to write up a week's worth of detention for all three of you, including weekends. Get out of my office now!"

Lance's two so called buddies hauled him away and up the stairs to the roof to get away from the teacher. "We got caught with the spray paint"

Lance slapped his head. "That was for next week! You guys are so not smart. At least I have mine still."

"Can we borrow it?" The second one said.

"Hell no. I'll do this alone. I can't have you mess it up." Lance snapped at them.

"So, what did you do to get in trouble." One of the boys asked. Lance narrowed his eyes at them.

"I was accused of plagiarism," Lance stated.

"Uh, then why didn't they throw you in jail." The first goon spoke up, only to get elbowed by the other.

"Lance is too smart to get caught. Just not smart enough to write his own paper." This caused Lance to glare at them.

"I did to write that paper!" Lance snapped again. "And the guy had no proof. No real proof."

"Whatever you say, boss." Both of the other boys said at the same time.

Lance groaned, then a small smile spread on his face. "At least I go even with them."

"What did you do this time." Both boys looked at Lance, not sure of what was going on.

"I made it so every single staff member's paycheck doesn't come out and stays in the school funds. They'll end up with paychecks, every single one of them, with big fat zeros." Lance let the ground tremble beneath them. It was a simple hack, as the computer didn't have a good security system.

"Lance, are you daft? Why didn't you get the exam answers for the six weeks mid exam?" This caused Lance to look at the two in shock.

"Or send the money to your account."

"And how did you do it? Aren't you too stupid to do something like that?"

"Hey, we can make money off the exams!"

"Hey, I remembered, he doesn't have a bank account."

"Should have sent the money to ours."

"That's stealing guys," Lance responded to the two.

"And we haven't stolen before. The system here gets us all down, you the worst. Let's get back at it by getting those exam questions."

"Fine. I really don't care anymore. I've already got a stupid freakin' record." The two suddenly disappeared.

"We're going to go and start finding potential customers!"

"Yeah!" Both took off before he could tell them no.

Lance could only groan and hold his head as his head hurt badly. He heard the door snap open and he snapped his head up. It was a girl that was standing there. "What is it you want?"

She wasn't fazed by him snapping at her. "I want in."

"I know you. You are that girl who came on to me the first day of school. What is your name?" He smirked.

"My name is Riley. Riley Sawyers. Are you going to let me in on this or not?" The girl smiled at him, touching his arm. This only caused him to yank away.

"Nope. You're not in on it." Lance turned away from her.

"Then I will tell!" She snapped at him, brushing her brown hair away.

"Really?" Lance took a look at her. "You tell and I will have my friends plaster the boy's bathrooms with things that will so ruin your reputation you won't be able to set foot in the school again."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Riley snapped at him.

"You made the mistake of giving me your real name girly." Lance glared at her. "They won't know who wrote those things."

Riley looked at him in shock. She then glared at him. "Fine, have your way. The real reason I came up here is I'm still looking for somebody to skip with."

"No deal. Scram. I want to be left alone." Lance didn't even bother looking at her. "To me, your just another stuck up prissy who thinks she knows me and wants to use me. I already told you, not going to happen. No way, no how."

Riley glared at him and left. "I'll find someway to make you mine, stupid!"