Prologue:
Flashback
"Daddy, why do we have to move again?" the red eyed five year-old sadly asked, "Why do we always move?"
The man in the driver's seat thought hard about what he could tell his daughter. She only knew that they were moving far away. "Honey? We are moving because of…"The little girl turned to face with him huge sad saucer like eyes, "because your father...um" What could he tell her, he could not just say it was because of her extradonary powers that she did not even know about. He would say that the weather has to cold for him. There that was it, it wasn't a complete lie. "We are moving because the weather was just to cold for me back there."
The young girl once again turned her eyes back out the window. Suddenly there was an annoying high-pitched squealing…
She woke from her dream. She looked around with a start. Only her alarm clock, but as usual the dream seemed so real. These dreams happened every night always changing yet always the same. Her alarm clock went off once again. This time she sighed and swung her legs out of bed.
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Starfire floated into the living room joyously exclaiming "Today is to be our first day of the education, yes!"
A groan went up from all the Titans in the room. Wondering as to why this was, Starfire peered closely at each Titan in turn and finally settled down to listen to Robin and Cyborg.
Robin and Cyborg, talking over breakfast about their Elementary and Middle school days with loads of homework and bullies around every corner, decided this year would not be as bad as those years had been. There reasoning has simple, we are superheroes we can handle anything.
Beast Boy remembered the days before the accident when his parents vainly tried to teach him everything they knew, which was quite a bit since they were genetic engineers.
Even Raven remembered struggling through emotional control sessions on Azarath.
A clock somewhere in the tower chimed 7 o' clock signaling it was time.
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Fatalle took her breakfast alone once again in her breakfast nook, the smallest place in the house, the only place she never really felt alone. She was truly alone; she had a huge estate and house to herself, as a "gift" from the government. They figured that if they gave her a big house, property and money she would stay out of their hair. After her Father died when she was eight, Social services had moved her from family to family, but something always happened, someone died that was what usually happened, and then the family no longer want her.
Finally Social Services gave up and gave her a place of her own at a big hill overlooking Jump City. She was only 13 when that had happened, that was three years ago. Now she was about to start 10th grade at the local Jump City high School. Somewhere in the immense house an old grandfather clock chimed 7 o' clock. Time for school.