Sixth Age references abound.


A teen with dark purple hair walked through the busy halls of the James Woods High. The teen paid no mind as others bumped against her as she made her way to her locker. A girl with long brown hair smirked as she stuck her foot out, tripping the teen. She fell face first, her eyes narrowing in anger. She forced herself up and turned to see the girl laughing along with her friends as they walked away.

The teen scowled before dusting herself off. She continued down the hall, arriving at locker number '283'. The teen's eyes saddened at the sight of the number. Her locker number had a history in her life. That very number was that of her brother's years ago. It was his number, his code Numbuh to be more precise. His name was Travis Wickens, Numbuh 283 of the Kids Next Door.

The teen entered her lock's combination and pulled the locker open. She pulled her books out of her bag and placed them in the locker. Her eyes wandered to a picture of her sitting with her brother in front of her old house in Virginia. A sad smile slowly formed on the teen's face.

The teen's eyes watered as she remembered the funeral that was held for her brother. He'd died on a mission that he'd led. She was about seven at the time. She once tried to join the organization her brother had died for, but washed out of the Cadets for her lack of combat skills. Her Code Numbuh would have been that of her brothers. She grabbed what she needed and placed it in her book bag. The teen closed her locker and threw the lock on.

"Freak!" the teen turned to be greeted by a spit ball. The teen cringed as she plucked the wad off her forehead and flung it aside. She wiped her hand on her sweater and looked to see where the spitball had been shot from.

The girl with long brown hair and her friends smirked as they watched the teen. "Freaks have no place in society."

The teen rolled her eyes before walking away. Her head hung low as she walked through the halls. As she exited the hall, the teen soon noticed the girl with long brown hair and her group following her. The teen's eyes narrowed as memories of being harassed by the group since she moved to Quahog surfaced in her mind.

"You guys really need to get a hobby." The teen said without stopping.

The girl with long brown hair smirked as she and her group drew closer to their prey. "Our hobby is putting freaks like you in your place."

The teen picked up her pace. She soon found herself running as the girl and her group gave chase. The teen ducked into a classroom, evading her pursuers as they ran by. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Another day in the jungle, Crystal?" the teen turned to find a teen with dark hair eating his lunch.

"Yeah…" the teen smiled before taking up a seat. The teen with dark hair tossed her a bag of chips. "Just another day."