(an: I liked the comic, so I did a fanfic based on it. Enjoy! disclamer: I only own the plot and a few OCs)

Hello, I'm Calvin. You may think I'm a normal kid, but I know I'm not.

For one thing, I know more then my fellow students. I know what happens in the world, sometimes using it for my advantage.

And I see things that they can't. Some people called it an over active imagination, others insanity, but I called it a power.

Back when I was six, I had issues with my best friend Hobbles. When I called the petstore so they can take him, my mom sent me to my room.

I heard said that she sent me in there because I made a prack call to them.

I wished my parents see things like I do.

My parents aren't nelgeting (much). They care for me a bit. I know it's only an act.

I wonder why I even here. I asked that to Hobbles one day, he told me 'Because we had been born'.

Hobbles is my only friend. I got him when I was five. We been close ever since.

He's a tiger(or a stuff animal, as everyone else sees him). He's a bit smarter then me, but only by an 1/8 of an inch.

Think that I'm normal? Well, I'm twelve and I still think like that.

I always wonder where did I came from. Hobbles said my parents got me at a feamarket.

I used to think that he made that up, but now... I wonder if he was right.

I lied on my bed and-

What was that?

A knock on our door. I hope it isn't Roseann.

I never really like my babysitter. She's evil.

I tried to outwit her, but most of time, she always wins.

Maybe if I get to be her babysitter, I can get my revenge.

The door opened. I hold Hobbles, in case it was her.

"Calvin, it's for you!"

I went down stairs with Hobbles, hoping it wasn't a trick, like one of their baths attempts.

I looked to see a tall man dressed like one of the men in black.

"I'm here to see you," He told me.

I hold Hobbles.

"Both of you."

I went to him.

"Yes," I said.

"I need to do some tests on you."

I gasped. I know I was different, but-

I looked at my parents.

"It's for the best," Mom said.

"We aren't your parents," Dad said.

"It's best you went with him," They told me.

"You sa-"

Mom went to my hight.

"You're an andriod, nonething more," She said.

I sighed, took one last look at my home, then went with him.

I cried as me and Hobbles went away from my home.

(an: How's that? R&R, but no flames. I only have one book of the comic.)