Teen Titans Fan Fiction Story

By: Laces and Lightning

Hello readers! My good friend Lightning and i started writting this story! it was tons of fun to write and hopefully you will enjoy it too. whenever it say's Kry's P.O.V, Lightning wrote it, and whenever you see Skipper's P.O.V, i, laces, wrpte it. we don't own teen titans, but we do own Kry, Skipper, and later on, Misty, and Lily. Enjoy!

-Laces

Chapter 1

Kry's POV

"Stupid Skipper, how could she get detention again? That's how many times now? Ten? Ugh, wait until Mom and Dad find out!" I muttered angrily under my breath. My flip-flops slap hard against the floor, as I past the main office of the school. I smiled sweetly at the secretary, but as soon as she was out of sight, I took off in a full out sprint, trying to find the detention room. I sighed when I reached Room 45, exhausted, I had been running forever; I listened to my heart beat, it beating as fast as a humming bird's wings. I leaned against the wall, trying to hide from the nearby teachers that liked to stay in school after hours.

I didn't understand why they would. I thought teachers wanted to get out of this building as much as the students. I sighed again, when my heart beat was back to normal. Time to check more rooms, yay, isn't it this fun? I thought to myself. I was always the one who had to sneak into detention; I didn't want my poor sister dying of boredom. I giggled again, thinking of what my mother would say if she saw me now.

My mother would look surprised, but still upset, her golden brown eyes full of quiet anger. She would place her hands on her hips and say, "Krystal, honey you shouldn't sneak into detention to keep your sister Skipper ,company. She has to learn her lesson in behaving at school"

I had to laugh at poor impression of my beautiful mother; she look actually like Skipper but was calm and quiet like me, but when she was angery, she showed it just like Skipper. I pictured my parents in of our family portrait that was just above the couch in our living room. My father had pearl gray whitish hair like me, with ice blue eyes; people always said that I looked actually like my father. The thought made me smile now, all alone in the deserted school hallway. My mother was like Skipper with her long curly golden brown hair, and her pretty golden brown eyes.

I wasn't paying any attention, and that's when I bumped into someone. The impact was so sudden that it sent both of us falling onto the floor with a thud. I looked up and glared at the person. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was rich. With his over gelled black hair, his fancy clothes and his green eyes. I knew he had to be snobby.

"Hi, my name is Dick Grayson. What's your name, miss?" said the boy called "Dick Grayson". Dick Grayson? How come that name sounds so familiar? Wait, isn't that the name of the little kid Bruce Wayne adopted? I thought, shaking my head.

The boy stood up slowly and offered his hand, and I grabbed it slowly, noticing that the boy's hand was all clammy like he was nervous or something. I smiled sweetly, everyone loved my smile and everyone did anything I asked.

"My name is Krystal, with a "K" instead of a "C" but you can call me Kry. Not many people have the joy of calling me that except my sister Skipper and my parents" I laughed remembering when my silly sister came up with the nickname, Kry for me when we were little kids.

Dick smiled, his green eyes, sparkled happily.

"So what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with Bruce Wayne or something?" I asked, raising one of my eyebrows. As soon as I said that, Dick narrowed his eyes and glared at me.

"I'm on vacation for your information. And I heard that some guy is looking for two young girls who go to this school. This guy is planning on kidnapping these girls for some reason and I need to find them" Dick looked kind of scary while he scanned the hallway for anything unusual.

I took a half step away; Ok this guy is kind of weird, I thought.

"Well it was nice meeting you, Dick. And hey do you know where the detention room is today?" I asked, feeling kind of on edge and I am more of the relaxed person.

Dick smiled; like I should have known all along where detention was being held today. "Kry, the detention room is in Room 08."

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