Kitty grabbed her favorite cartoon shirt from her dresser drawers. Usually, it was against the school rules to wear t-shirts with cartoon characters on the, but today was school spirit day. The themes chosen by the student council was cartoon characters which meant each student could wear a t-shirt with their favorite cartoon characters on them. Typically, Kitty didn't like school spirt days as she was becoming to dislike school more and more to Riley.

However, she couldn't resist wearing a certain shirt that day. She held it up that she could see the cartoon character she liked so much. That and the catch phrase that went with the shirt fit her mood quite well. "Good morning Garfield. Sadly, today is Monday. I hate this day as well because it's the first day of the school week. That means I've got to deal with her for five whole days."

She pulled the Garfield shirt over her head and regular clothes, not caring that she was wearing double layers. She turned around in front of the mirror hanging on the door to her room, making sure everything was nice and neat. She then held out her arms. "Well, here's hoping lasagna is on the lunch menu today. I'm sure you'll like that. Actually, you'd like anything on the menu."

She folded her arms across her chest, thinking carefully, but then set her mind to be as positive as possible. A smile spread across her face before she hurried down the stairs. Her father was drinking his morning coffee while her mother was vacuuming the living room. "I'm off."

Her mother smiled as Kitty went through the door. "Have a nice day.

As such, she was in a very good mood once she arrived at school. However, her bubble was burst as soon as she walked through the doors of the school. Riley and Amy were waiting for her, to have their usual daily dose of picking on her. Riley was wearing a Betty Boop shirt and Amy wore Jessica Rabbit. "Roar. Look at Pitty Kitty. She's a fat cat." Riley made a claw like motion before pointing at Garfield. "Seems like you've become somewhat chubby, no... fat!"

"Nah! She's wearing Garfield so that it looks like she might actually have a chest," the other girl laughed, with Riley quickly the following suit despite the poorly made joke.

"Yeah, well, you're wearing what you're wearing because they can wear short skirts and you can't at school." Kitty retorted, causing both girls to glare at her, only to turn around and bash her for her comeback.

"Oh, Kitty Pitty's trying to bite." Riley made her hands into claws again and let out a hiss.

"Heh, she makes a swing at the bat and strikes out." The other girl swung an invisible bat, a rather broad grin on her face.

Kitty hung her head and ran past them, trying hard not to cry as they laughed at her.

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Lance walked past the offices to try and figure out how to get in to the test answers, stopping to peer around the corner. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself. He wasn't really into the whole spirit day thing, even with the cartoon shirts, but then again, his childhood hadn't allowed for such frivolities. It was fun though to inwardly laugh at students when their shirts matched who they were, or who they thought they were.

For example, the office lady was wearing a shirt with the Power Puff girls on it. This reminded Lance of the fact she liked to pretend she was still young. The lady obviously had grey hair, and Lance knew she had bene working there for over thirty years because there was a thirty-year plaque on the wall for which he hadn't bothered to check the date on. Compliments regarding how young she looked – or didn't – went over well with her, yet he'd never stooped to that level like some of the other students had.

The principle, on the other hand, was wearing a shirt with a green Martian guy on it. No, it wasn't Marvin the Martian or Martian Manhunter, but the green alien from area fifty-one that was on the shirt. Lance had to mentally shake his head, as that wasn't the kind of character that was meant to be worn on school spirit day, but the principle was a conspiracy nut. It was possibly a good thing that the school had no visitors in today, at least so far.

Except, upon thinking that Lance noticed a teenage boy and a red-haired woman walking into the office. Lance gritted his teeth, the ground shaking slightly. This caused the woman to look towards him, almost of if she knew it was him making the ground shake. Lance looked at the ground, not wanting to look her in the face, or liking the length of time she stared at him. He didn't look up until he knew that the woman was no longer looking at him, but was busy with the office lady.

Lance didn't know why, but he'd always had a thing against females with red hair. It wasn't because of one of his former foster mothers; actually, he had looked into it and found that none of them had red hair. Well, one did have red hair, but he had reacted so negatively to her as soon as he got into the house that he was taken out the next day. Not only was the woman in tears, something told him that would have been a good house as well.

"Hi. We were called in to look at the hacked computer system." The red head said, showing her credentials. Lance felt the color drain from her face when he heard her say this. The fact she was showing a badge of some kind meant they were already onto the fact he had messed with the paychecks so that the teachers wouldn't get paid. Problem was, there was no way he could convince those two knuckleheads to back off the test answers.

"Isn't he a bit young?" The office lady, despite wishing she was younger, looked down on younger people who didn't compliment her, yet also had a habit of ogling some of the male teens while still looking down on them. Lance shook his head, wondering himself why they would send a kid in, but noticed the goggles the woman wore.

"What person in their write mind wears goggles?"

This young man may look young, but he is our techy. He's actually a computer genius, truth be told." The woman smiled, making Lance's chest tighten. A rather nasty feeling which felt like jealousy hit low in the gut, yet he also felt anger directed at that woman in particular.

"Ah, I see." Suddenly, the office lady was also admiring the red-haired boy, but Lance found himself unable to not throw a glare in the boy's direction.

"Probably some know-it-all, stuck up rich kid. Everyone likely always notices he was smart, but he likely enjoys the attention." Yeah, there was plenty of reason to be jealous, what with having just been accused recently of plagiarizing a paper and receiving a failing grade. He'd spent quite a few nights and a few headaches attempting to finish said essay to the best of his ability.

"Good! I'll go and get the principle. The woman soon returned with the principle of the school.

Lance saw the red-haired lady and the other teen glance at the man's shirt, before looking at each other with frowns on their faces, having picked up on the conspiracy vibes. "Thank god you are here. I am quite sure that a terrorist has hacked our computer system and is hacking the school funds to help fund their terrorist actions!"

Some of the colors returned to Lance's face, though he was sure neither of the strangers believed what the man said. He stifled a laugh, only for a sound that was a mix between a cough and a laugh came out. The boy that was with the lady apparently heard and looked up at him. Lance flinched, shrinking back behind the wall so he continued to go unnoticed. As the other teen looked away, Lance decided to leave before he was caught.

He turned and began to walk away, so far unnoticed by the school staff. A flash of light caught him off guard, making him hold a hand up to his eyes. The flash of light made his head hurt, and the earth quaked lightly in response. When he uncovered him, he saw that girl Riley there, holding a camera with a grin on her face. She snapped a picture. "You're rather stupid, aren't you?" Lance attempted to grab the camera, only for the girl to dodge before snapping another one, a smile on her face. Lance felt his eye twitch, his teeth grind together. "Give me that thing!"

Riley just stuck out her tongue and began to run. "Come back here, you stupid girl! Give me that camera!"

The brown-haired teen started after her, and as such he didn't hear the red-haired lady tell the principle 'excuse me'. The obnoxious preppy girl turned corners and took a few more pictures. Lance ground his teeth, frustrated that he couldn't catch up to her, but also found himself sliding on the floor, as the souls of his shoes were to worn out, thus he couldn't get traction. That's what happened when everything was handed down from other kids in the foster system who were complete strangers.

She skidded to a stop outside of the girl's locker room, pushing the door open just as he attempted to stop. Instead, he landed on his butt and slid through the door, much to his irritation. He quickly covered his eyes as he crashed into the ground, cursing his luck as a few of the girls screamed. He heard another flash of light and knew Riley had taken another picture.

"Ick! He's going to be in so much trouble!" One girl, not Riley said.

"I hate Mondays." Another girl groaned from somewhere sounding muffled, meaning that she was likely hiding behind the lockers because of the unwanted intrusion. Suddenly, Lance felt himself being grabbed and drug out of the locker room by his arm, forcing his arms open so he was forced to see a little more than he honestly wanted. When he was out in the hall, he found that the person holding his ear and twisting it was none other than the red-haired lady. A rumble of frustration came from below.

"You need to learn to control yourself, young man." The red head glared at him furiously.

Lance winced, stopping the movement of the ground. He muttered something, hoping like those around him thought that what she said had to do with the locker incident. "I didn't...

Much to his chagrin, the lady leaned in so she could whisper into his ear so he could hear. "I'm not talking about you accidently ending up in the locker room. I'm talking about your powers. You have a very dangerous gift. Please learn to use it more wisely."

"Wait..." Lance startled, unsure what to think about the woman knowing.

Another flash and another picture was taken by Riley before she took off into the locker room so he couldn't go after her. The red-haired lady shook her head, her next words making his face turn red. "Well, at least she didn't take a picture of you in the shower."

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Having a guy in the locker room was mortifying. As soon as he came through the door, she quickly hid so she didn't catch a good look at his face. She was now standing on the bench between the lockers as if he were a mouse that would soon be coming around the corner. "Yet if he was a mouse Kitty, you'd be commenting on how cut he was. No way a guy could be that cute, but he's got a lot of nerve coming in here like that."

Riley came around the corner with a huge grin on her face, her grin growing upon seeing Kitty. She held up her disposable camera, only to frown. "I guess this is your lucky day Kitty. I used up all my pictures on that guy. I'd love to have blackmail material, but having a roll of film full of pictures of a hot guy is far better."

Amy snapped her gum, pulling it out of her mouth with her finger. She glared at Kitty before Riley elbowed her in the ribs. Both girls burst out laughing as Kitty pulled on her regular clothing, wanting to get out of there. The class wasn't even over, but both girls took to much delight in the fact she was horribly squeamish. With a word of 'do it' from Riley, Amy reached over and stuck her gum into Kitty's hair.

Kitty's eyes suddenly went wide as she finished straightening out her Garfield shirt. She glanced at the mirror that was at the end of the column and saw the pink dot of gum stuck in her hair. She let out a wail, and ran from the locker rooms, attempting to not cry. Suddenly, she felt something being put on her head. She glanced up at the Spanish teacher from under the sombrero.

"Just bring it back, or have it sent back when you get to the nurse's office." The woman whispered, her tan skin glowing from the use of lotion. Kitty could only nod as tears fought to not roll down her cheeks. Ms. Garcia wasn't her teacher, yet was always nice to all of the students, but also very pretty, unlike the plain Kitty Pride. Sometimes her words helped to comfort, but other times it made her feel even worse.

Kitty nodded, biting back tears, before hurrying towards the nurse's office. She crashed into someone who grumbled, only to hear laughter from the person. She burst into tears. She was glad whoever bumped into her was taller.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to make you cry." The voice was male. "I didn't realize you were having a bad day. I wasn't laughing at you, but what your shirt said. 'I hate Mondays'. It kind of matched the way my day's gone so far. Yours too I guess?"

Kitty felt her face beginning to blush up, confused as to why a guy would stop and talk to plain old her, but he sounded much like she'd imagine a knight in shining armor to sound. She worried her lip, before hurrying off again. Today was definitely a bad day, with one embarrassment after another. Maybe her parents would finally listen and believe that their sweet little girl was being bullied. Kitty stopped in front of the nurse's doorway.

"No. Neither one of them would want to believe someone would want to pick on me. I'm too nice for that." Letting out a sigh, she debated whether to go into the nurse's office or not, but then decided she wanted the gum out, yet also needed to return Ms. Garcia's hat.

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Lance found his way to the roof top where the two guys were smoking. His day kept getting worse and worse, what with someone coming in to investigate, Riley, taking pictures and him ending up in the locker room he did. However, he'd also made a girl cry, and now his two buddies were smoking those disgusting sticks which gave him a headache. "If you two don't stop, I'll bring this whole school down on you."

"Ah, come on Lance. You wouldn't do that." One of his so called friends laughed, puffing smoke into Lance's face. His fingers waved the offensive smell away, his nostrils flaring as a headache started to trigger. Mentally, he told himself to control the earthquakes despite the fact his head hurt.

"Come on. Try a cig." The other said, shoving a half empty pack towards Lance.

"I'm not going to get cancer just because you guys want to. Plus, if the teacher's find signs of smoking up here, we are so dead! You know they'll just patrol the roof even more!" Lance glared at them, before heading to the edge of the roof in order to try and get some fresh air. Again, he thought about how awful his day had gone, only to remember Ms. "I Hate Mondays" and her sombrero, but how the woman had admitted him ending up in the locker room was an accident. One he did not want to repeat. Speaking of the red-haired woman though, "I don't think we should continue trying to get the essay answers. They know I hacked the computer system!"

"Come on Lance. It isn't as if they called the FBI on you." His other friend laughed. Lance didn't bother to call the idiot. They could do more than simply call the FBI on him, and he knew that. In fact, they'd already called in help regarding the matter.

"There is no way we aren't backing out of this." The first of the two friends piped up. "You said that foster care family of yours has a couple of special needs kids, but that they could use more money." Lance gritted his teeth at this, knowing where they were going, but controlled himself so the ground didn't rumble. The foster care family had wanted him because they needed an extra hand with those two kids, but the system also thought helping them would do Lance some good. They were still not sure that having Lance was a good idea.

"You could just say you got another weekend job again." The other commented. "Why you keep doing part time work, I don't know."

"Fine. You've made your point." Lance wished those two wouldn't use his soft spot for little kids on him to manipulate him into doing what they wanted.

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Scarlett sat on the desk watching Scott do his work with the computer. The kid was a genius, she had to admit. She highly doubted this was a terrorist group, but went along expecting an uneventful job to bide the time until Scott got to where ever they were going to place him. It turned out not to be as uneventful as she thought. She didn't know what she would do, as the seeing that kid bothered her.

It didn't help that at one time when she was married, she'd wanted a household of boys to chase around and rough house with. She didn't care whether they had to adopt to have the full household, but things happened, ruining what should have been a good thing. Scarlett let out a sigh, shaking her head and pushing the thoughts of the past into the back of her mind. When she glanced up, she saw Scott shake his head. "Something the matter Scott?"

"What terrorist person sends the money right back to where it came from? I mean, the school paychecks all went back into the school funds. Only the janitors and lunch ladies got their paychecks." Scott continued to tap away at the keys on the computer.

"Really? I doubt it is one of them though."

"Correct. I think one of the students may have a grudge against the teachers. They're going to be someone who either is or comes across as a trouble maker. Like that kid that was here earlier. Kids like that, people tend to look down on, but also underestimate. He may be smarter than they realize, maybe not."

"I noticed the kid."

The principle came in. "So, have you found out who the terrorist is?"

"Probably no terrorist, but a student, like that kid that was hanging out near the offices when we came in?"

"Him? There is no way that pink kid is smart enough to hack a computer," the principle snapped. "It was most definitely terrorists."

Scarlett felt her eyebrows go up as Scott stared at the man. "You saw him?"

"Of course I saw him. He's just one of those good for nothing kids who will never amount to something."

"You sir," Scarlet spoke up, "are why kids like him never amount to something, as they never get to prove themselves. People like you never believe in them, and instead, believe the worst of them."

The man was of course angry.