A/N: This fic is written when all of the current KND's are now…20! But- they didn't lose their memories of KND.
"I hate tax day." I grumbled. I yanked open one of my steel cabinets and grabbed my blue pen. I sat at the table with a bowl of chips at my side. A stray doodle appeared at the top of my checkbook. I wadded up the page and chucked it across the room. It landed at the bottom of a frame. I walked over to the old picture and looked at the image of five friends all posing for a camera. My eyes scanned the page with a wistful glance. A small tear slid out of my eyes. I hadn't seen my friends for- how long? Ten years. Ten long, boring years. And now- I was what I had always sworn to defeat. An adult. The idea of being an adult still scared me. Ever since my friends and I- you know- been kicked out of KND, life was bor-ing. At least for me. All my other friends had gotten on with their lives. I hadn't. Even Nigel had moved on. And he was the leader of our pound gang of friends! Middle and High school passed in a blur, and suddenly all my friends were married. Except me. It wasn't like nobody liked me…but…I just hadn't liked them. And now here I am again. Stuck with nobody to spill my troubles too. Nobody. At all. And it wasn't fair. I mean- come on! I was the strongest member of the KND! Well- for my sector. But it was my choice and I ruined it. UGH! No, no...It's not your fault. Just brooding. And I always thought that Nigel would end up like that.