A/N: Here's my new story, featuring Mi Mi's OC, Morgan. A huge thanks to her for letting use Morgan! I don't own MTR, although I wish I did, but I only own Lela and any inventions unrecognizable to y'all. Please review!

In somehow, in some way, they always found a way to trace it back to me. What had I really done? Okay, so, maybe some of the times it really was me. Sometimes it was the people who hated me.

Sometimes it was just an accident.

But most of the time it was Wilbur.

But the thing I did that brought me to this dumb boarding school in the first place was all me.

"You're not seriously going to go through with this, are you, Lela?" Drenna, my friend, asked me nervously, tugging on her black hair like she always did when she was scared. I scoffed and readied myself.

"Please, Dren, this is easy compared to everything else I've done," I giggled, checking over the edge for Missy again.

The girl, Missy, had gone too far this time, taking my homework from straight in front of my face, ripping it to shreds, and then did the same to her own, blaming it all on me. At lunch, she dumped my food all over my brand new shirt and then poured water over my head. She stood there like a perfect angel with her curly brown hair while I was seething and staring back angrily with wet blonde hair in my eyes. The teachers didn't even look at her twice.

But it was payback time now.

I saw the nine year old who had completely ruined my morning come prancing out of the cafeteria doors, right under where I was sitting. Drenna and I were perched on the roof above the cafeteria.

This would be perfect!

I took the tray of food I had grabbed from the lunch room and steadied it over Missy's head. With a deep breath, I dropped it. The resounding crash and shrill scream was music to my ears. But it hadn't been the scream I was expecting. I looked down to see my target hit, but my eyes widened. I had not hit Missy. I had hit the girl – woman – behind her.

The principal.

"LELA ROBINSON AND ADRENNA KIRST, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" our principal, Mrs. Toftlin, roared at the top of her lungs, covered in sticky red sauce. Drenna and I gave each other scared look and ran in the other direction.

"We gotta jump, Dren!" I hissed at her, partly facing the front of the school.

"WHAT?!"Drenna screeched, backing away from the edge.

"Just jump!" I pushed her off and followed.

"Bend your knees and roll when you land!" I yelled as the ground came nearer and nearer. We both did as I directed and stood up safely.

"Well, I gained us sometime, right?" I grinned, dusting myself off. Drenna didn't say anything, but pointed behind me.

"What? Who is it?" I asked sarcastically, but felt a strong hand grip my shoulder. It was sad to say I knew that grip too well.

"Hi, Daddy…"

Before I turned, I hissed in Drenna's direction, "Run. Now!"

Drenna hesitated, but I shooed her off.She hadn't done anything. She didn't need to get in trouble.

It was all my fault.

I turned around to see my mother and father glaring, their stares burning holes straight through me.

"Hey, Mom. What brings you here? To my school…"

"Well, they were here to talk about your brother who thought it would be funny to paint my office hot pink, but seeing what you've just done, Miss Robinson, I think your brother is off the hook. My office.Now." Mrs. Toftlin had appeared behind us. I was surrounded.

And dead meat.

"Please come right in, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson. Lela, we will be with you shortly." As soon as Mrs. Toftlin's office door closed, I stuck my tongue out at it. This day could not get any worse.

"Hey, would you look at that? Someone I know!" A voice called out from the other side of the room. "What are you in for, sis?"

I looked up. "Wilbur!"

He grinned and made his way over to me. He sat next to me on the hard wooden bench they tried to torture children with before they went into see the principal.

"Like brother, like sister," he punched me lightly.

"Isn't the saying, 'like father, like daughter'?" I wondered aloud.

"I think my way works better," he smirked.

I wasn't gonna argue with that.

"So, what did ol' Tofty get you for this time? Cheating? Vandalism?"

I was appalled that my own brother actually thought I would do either of those things, but then realized that he was kidding.

"No… I kind of… well, I tried to…"

"Just spit it out already," Wilbur rolled his eyes and folded his arms. I saw bright pink paint stains on his hands.

"Okay! I was on the roof with Drenna and we were gonna dump food on Missy, but then when I tried to, the plate landed on Mrs. Toftlin. We jumped off the roof then and tried to run, but Mom and Dad were there… and then I was caught," I ended not-so-dramatically.

After a brief silence, Wilbur spoke. "Wow."

I sighed and buried my head in my arms. What was I going to talk myself out of this one?

"Miss Robinson, if you please…" Mrs. Toftlin opened her office door and beckoned me almost forebodingly inside. Hanging my head, I made my way to the door, looking as pitiful as possible.

Entering, I was almost blinded by the neon pink in the room. Lying of the desk, I saw Laszlo's paint gun. Grinning inwardly, I officially, absolutely, and positively loved my brother.

"Sit." Mrs. Toftlin pointed to a seat between my mother and father, killing my joy. The execution chair.

"Miss Robinson, your parents and I have decided that it would be best if you did not attend this school any longer."

My head snapped up and my jaw dropped. Was I being expelled?

"You show no concern for the rules of this school. Jumping off buildings, talking back in class, dumping food off the roof, I simply can't put up with it anymore. No disciplinary action seems to get the message through your head. This new school will be much better for you."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Mrs. Toftlin held up her hand, silencing me.

"It has already been decided. You will begin at Prestin Lake Academy next week. It is located in Seattle and is a boarding school for gifted children. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."

Mrs. Toftlin gave us a strained smile, which was surely fake.

"That will be all. Thank you for your time, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson."

I tore out of there as fast as my nine-year-old self could handle.

Seattle?!

That was all the way on the west coast of the states!! And it was a boarding school... which meant…

"Lela, you survived! How'd it go? Did you get off?" Wilbur asked, standing up.

I ran the rest of the way up to Wilbur and hugged him tight, never wanting to let go.

"They're sending me away, Wilbur. Please, don't let them do it. Please, don't let them make me go!" I was on the verge of tears.

Even not knowing what was going on, Wilbur comforted me and gently patted me on the back. "It's gonna be okay. Don't worry, Lela, everything is going to be fine. I won't let them take you away." Wilbur's voice was soft and soothing.

If only I had heard the lies then.

Evidently, the day had gotten worse.

Well, I kind of deserved that. I'll admit it. And after two whole years of Prestin Lake Academy, I'm ready to come back home, because they sent me to the worst school in the world.

My father said it would "improve my intellect." My mother said I would have fun and get to know friends my age. The rest of my family said they would miss me and they hoped I would come back soon. But the only person who seemed like he meant it was Wilbur.

I had missed him so much it was almost unbearable. He wasn't there to protect me anymore. He wasn't there to comfort me when I needed help.

Both my mother and father had been wrong. I had not made any new friends (I was the spoiled, "Robinson stunt girl"). Nor had my "intellect" grown. Sure I knew more about life, but had learned nothing in studies.

The work wasn't what was hard. They just streamed the information through glasses, Tech Teachers, obviously a prototype of my father's. My father had almost stopped making inventions because the time machine had suddenly caused a huge ripple in the time stream, and made Wilbur and I sick because… well, we were the cause of it.

Robinson Industries were doing major research and reports on the time stream and had ceased all invention producing. I wondered if that was the only reason I got into this school in the first place; to get publicity so they could say a Robinson child had gone to their school.

The headmistress, Dr. Carlisle, was the one who seemed to be watching me the most. She was pompous and had a strong British accent, with her nose straight up in the air. She never gave me one kind smile.

Maybe my parents had told her to watch me closely, or maybe I was just being paranoid, but something was off about that woman. It felt weird to walk around campus with half the teachers staring after me.

The part that seriously bugged me about the school was because all the girls thought the world revolved around them and all the boys didn't notice if I tripped them or slapped them in the face – no one paid any attention to me. And I hated that. The kids, aged eight to eighteen, were adults trapped in tiny little bodies, I could swear it. I was the only one who acted normal! Or somewhat normal, considering what the rest of my family acted like and had taught me to copy.

But all that mattered now was that I'm back with my family. I only just hope they missed me.

"CARL!" I squealed, running up to my favorite robot and hugging him. I was finally going home.

"Hey, little buddy! I haven't seen you in forever!" He looked me up and down. It had been two full years since I had seen any of my family. Two, straight, prison-like years. "You look so different!"

I flipped my blonde hair behind my shoulder. I had grown. But I still felt lonely.

"Thanks, Carl. Where's Wilbur?" I asked, cocking my head. If anyone would be here to pick me up, I would have thought it would have been him.

"Oh, he's babysitting."

I stifled a laugh. "Babysitting? Wilbur? Is this the same boy we're talking about?"

"Yup, the one who nearly destroyed the world three years ago and took you and him with it." Carl smiled. "But come on. He's babysitting someone I want you to meet. You and Candy will be great friends."

Candy? Did he just say candy? How was I supposed to become friends with candy? And I had thought my family couldn't get anymore insane…

While flying home, I watched the prison-like-school disappear behind me. I was finally free and I never wanted to see it again.

Had I really been this cut off from the world? Everything seemed so different and new. I missed everything that had happened.

"So, how's everyone? Anyone change, leave, arrive… miss me?" I added as an afterthought. Carl reached over and ruffled my hair.

"'Course we missed you! The Robinson house wasn't the same without Little Miss Risk around."

Oh, how I had missed that nickname. I had missed the rush of adrenaline when pulling all of the stunts. I had been put under close watch at the school, by request of my parents. What would I do when I got home…?

After an hour, I finally saw the horizon line of Todayland. My house gleamed in the distance and I could hear it calling me back home. My grin widened as it came closer and closer.

"Welcome home, Lela," Carl opened up the top of the hovercar and I jumped out, excitedly running up to the front door.

I quickly pressed both doorbells.

Lefty opened the door with a moan of surprise.

"I missed you, too, Lefty!" I galloped inside, seeing my home for the first time in two years. My chest swelled with joy.

Coming around the corner, I jumped at what was waiting for me.

"SURPRISE!"

The entirety of my family was standing there in the main foyer. My face transformed from shock to pure elation.

"Welcome home, sweetie," my mother gathered me in a hug. "We missed you so much!"

Just hearing those words made my cheeks hurt from a huge grin. My father placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Daddy!" I squealed and leapt into his arms, laughing with joy.

"It's good to have you back, Lela," he whispered into my ear.

"It's good to be back."

Setting me down on the ground, my father stepped back to let everyone else welcome me back home. I had not felt this happy, this fantastic in a long time – ever.

"Hey," I suddenly realized, "where's Wilbur?"

Everyone looked around.

"I told him and Candy to come down twenty minutes ago. Where can they be?" Franny looked at Cornelius, who shrugged. Who was Candy?

Just then, a girl with curly red hair and a scar on her forehead in the shape of an 'M' came speeding down the stairs with Wilbur at her heels.

"Candy! Morgan, come on, give it back!" Wilbur yelled.

The two kids suddenly stopped when they saw the entire family staring up at them.

"Hi, guys. What's up?"

Well, Wilbur hadn't changed one bit. Was the redhead Candy?

My mom pointed in my direction and raised her eyebrows. Wilbur's eyes widened and he smiled.

"Lela!"

Wilbur grabbed the redhead's arm and led her down the rest of the stairs. I tried to keep the strained smile on my face.

"Lela, I'm so happy you're back! This is Morgan, or you can call her Candy. She's helped me put up with the insanity in this house since you left."

Morgan gave a wave. "It's great to finally meet you, Lela. Wilbur's told me lots about you."

I grinned falsely back. "Nice to meet you too, Morgan."

Morgan then looked at her fist and realized she still held whatever it was that she had taken of Wilbur's. She half-giggled and ran off. Wilbur groaned and ran after her, not even stopping to give me a hug.

My grin faded as their backs turned, replaced by a look of pure loathing.

This girl had taken my place.

A/N: Lela's a little jealous, isn't she? Well, after two years of not seeing your family and your brother who you thought would be very excited to see you completely ditches you, you'd be just as angry too. :D Please review and tell me what you thought!