A/N: Sorry, but I'm having one of those 'I need to fix this story because there are too many errors' moment. Well, enjoy.

Chapter One

Tad watched as Katie and Jr ran to their car and drove to school, leaving him alone again. He was now eleven years old, his half brother and sister were sixteen. He was staying at the mansion, since he was suspended from school because he slimed his teacher. Everyone got a really good laugh, except for the teacher and the principal. He had been suspended for one whole week. His father didn't seem to care at all, since he just said the same thing would happen to him every now and then. Tad walked around the mansion, he was looking for Logan, his grandfather. He would be heading back to the house in a few hours, since there was really no reason to stay there.

Logan was sitting in the living room, watching a basketball game against. The Ms vs. Hs were playing. The Ms were winning, like always. Tad ran over to Logan and gave him a hug. Logan didn't do anything, but sit and look at him.

"Hi Grandpa," Tad said, letting go of Logan and sitting down," How is your day going?"

"It's going from bad to worse," Logan muttered, looking back at the TV.

"What's wrong?" Tad asked, looking a bit worried.

"Nothing," Logan said, looking down at Tad with a sigh.

"Something must be wrong," Tad said, grabbing Logan's arm with a smile," You can tell me."

"No, I can't," Logan said with a small smile," You'd probably run and tell everyone."

"No, I won't," Tad said.

"Remember last time I told you something," Logan said and Tad nodded," Then a few hours later everyone knew about it. Meaning you told everyone."

"No I didn't," Tad quickly said," Jean was reading my mind and-"

"Give it up," Logan said, giving a small grin," You'll never get it out of me."

At the school

Jr parked the car outside of their school. Katie got out without saying a word, while Jr grabbed his books and then got out. Jr quickly ran over to Katie who didn't look too happy.

"Can you believe it," Katie said, throwing her hands in the air," Dad won't let me go to the movies with my friends."

"Deal with it," Jr said," At least we can spend time with our friends at school."

Katie looked at Jr, and then looked at the ground with a sigh. Jr looked at her a bit worried.

"Is something wrong?" Jr asked.

"Well," Katie said," I'm not mad that dad won't let me go, but I ask him about mom."

"Mom?" Jr asked, looking very worried now," You know dad don't like to talk about mom."

"I know," Katie said as they entered the school," But we have a right to know what happened to her."

"Just give him some time," Jr said, going over to his locker and putting his books away.

"Time," Katie yelled, causing everyone to look at her," It's been ten years. How much longer do we have to wait before he tells us?"

Jr looked at her for awhile, but headed to his class without answer. His first class was Math. Katie had art first. Katie loved to draw for some odd reason. Jr loved math and science. After they went to their first five classes, they headed to lunch. Jr sat with his group, which was the track team. Katie sat with her group which was the cheer squad. Jr was the second best person on the track team, while Katie was captain of the cheer squad.

"Can you like believe it?" Heather, a girl with brown hair and brown eyes, asked.

"Believe what?" Katie asked, looking very interested.

"It was all over the news," Heather said," Something happened in the middle of town, not this town, the town next to us, whatever it's called. A hole opened then just disappeared."

"Sounds familiar," Katie said, but just shrugged it off," We have lots of new things to do and only a short time to do them."

Jr looked over at Katie, then back at his friends.

"So," Rick, a boy with long blond hair and hazel eyes, said," The next team practice is tomorrow. The cheer squad will be there for the first time this year. The principal said that track was a sport just like the others. Can you believe that?"

"No," Jr said," I don't want them there. They are going to be so annoying."

"Don't worry," Chris, a boy with black hair and brown eyes, said," They are only doing a small thing in the middle, when we are taking a break."

"Good," Jr said," Don't want to be distracted by them."

Jr looked back over at Katie, who was laughing at something.

"Are you okay?" Rick asked, causing Jr to look at him," You've been looking at your sister for the past ten minutes."

"It's just that she asked dad about our mom," Jr said," And she knows how much it hurts dad when she brings it up."

"I know what you mean," Chris said," My mom left my dad when I was just three."

"My mother died when I was five," Jr said, causing them to look at him," I'll never see her again."

"So sorry dude," Rick said," But lets put this behind us and talk about the up coming game."

Somewhere else

Tad walked down the road, back to the house. It was an old house that his dad said they had been leaving in forever. Tad walked inside to see Lance, Pietro, and Todd playing cards like always. He ran over to his dad and looked at the cards he had.

"Ask for a two from Pietro," Tad said, reading Pietro's mind.

"Got any two's Pietro?" Todd asked, with a grin.

Pietro threw his cards down, not looking too happy.

"I'm not playing anymore," Pietro said, standing up and running out the door.

Todd shook his head as Lance got up and left the table. Tad sat on Todd's lap, while Todd tried not to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Tad asked, looking at Todd with interest.

"I don't know," Todd said, looking down at Tad," There is really nothing funny, but you are funny."

"How am I funny?" Tad asked, spitting some slime into his hands and molding it into something.

"That's funny yo," Todd said.

"Fine," Tad said, standing up," Hey dad. I never asked you about mom. Katie and Jr talk about her all the time."

"Oh," Todd said, feeling a bit uncomfortable," How about I tell you tomorrow?"

"Okay," Tad said, running up to his bed room.

Tad ran into his messy bedroom. He had a small bed, with a small dresser. There wasn't a closet, but he did have a table that had little slime figures all over it. He looked at the slime in his hand, which he had molded into a small heart. He set it on the table with the other things, and then laid down in bed, thinking about wha this father was going to tell him.