A/N! Hey guys! So, I'm new to this so be nice:D Anyway So I found the idea for this one on a random generator, it seemed interesting so I played around with the story for a little bit and came up with this! At this point in time I don't have a lot written, only this chapter and a second one, but I'm gonna keep working when I can, since I'm kinda busy. But please review and let me know what you like, don't like, if you have ideas, or don't have ideas, or just anything would be nice. I know this is short and I'm sorry cause it's just a bit of fluff for/strong strongthe/strongstrong story. The next chapters will be better. So let me know what you think! Thank you(: Also, you may call me…well, Amanda. Haha. It's nice to meet all of you!

She sat back in the black roller chair and sighed. The yellow sash hung over a mirror, full of patches. The orange uniform was slung over the back, lifeless. It was the one thing that used to define her; the one thing she thought was the best thing that had ever happened. Turning back to herself, her hair was long and black, and hung right at her shoulders. Her blue eyes were still just as blue, and she was still just as short as she had been when she first started high school. After moving out of the Tri-State Area with her mom to be with her father right before high school, she couldn't get back into another troop. No one wanted troop 46321's 'old' leader hanging around being upset that she couldn't be a troop leader again. Now it was time for college to end. She had been Fireside Girl-less for eight years and she wasn't sure if she was ready to go back. Her reputation had been shattered, her friends had deserted her, and everything was completely different. She had made new friends here, of course, but they weren't anything like her friends from home. She picked up her graduation cap, and put it on her head.

"This is it, Isabella. We can do this." It was time to graduate and get her life back together.

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He looked at himself, and shuttered. He stayed with his step-brother to help work on their inventions, and he had gotten destroyed. Through no fault of his own, his work had been shut down and no one would hire the one person who used to be on top of the world when it came to things he knew how to do. His brother didn't even want to help him. He didn't know what to do. It was graduation day, and after what felt like ruining his life, he didn't think that he could do it. About two years ago, he and his brother were working on an invention for the mayor, when out of nowhere; a beam came down and blasted the mayor and his brother, rendering them unconscious for several minutes. When they came to, the mayor had no idea who he was at all. He still doesn't, to this day. His brother was perfectly fine. Since the beam had hit the other two, he had been fired, and no one wanted to work with him anymore. He was lost, his friends hadn't spoken to him since what happened, and he wasn't sure where he was going to end up once his graduation had ended. The only people he felt he had in his life still were his parents, and sometimes his brother. It seemed as though everyone had deserted him. He sat in a crème colored suit and a purple shirt, and fixed his green hair that fell around his ears. He sighed at himself and stood up, putting his graduation cap on. He smiled, a fake smile, and stood up. It's time to graduate, Ferb, and hopefully not wither away into nothing.