So this going to be a pretty long multi-chapter story. The Young Justice characters are going to be in it but it might be in a few or several chapters. Basically I like to take stories, then make up people to basically beat them up. So I don't know if you like that or not but here's my story please review that's how I know you read it!

Chapter 1

Bonnie Finside sat in geometry wondering how she could have possibly forgotten the final. Seriously, the final. For most people, this was just a silly, dumb mistake. Except, in Bonnie's case, it was practically impossible. When you are diagnosed with near perfect 20-20 memory, not studying for the test (which happened to be the largest part of her grade) was really just ridiculous. Not to mention that with the last night's strange dream she was pretty sure she was going crazy.

"How do you think you're gonna do?" the voice broke through her thoughts.

"…Huh?" great, really intelligent.

'I said how… do…you…think…you…are…going…to…"

"I heard you! You just surprised me, that's all."

"Yeah, I know, I was just joking," Robert offered an earnest smile that made her regret snapping. Robert had just moved to New Jersey a month ago and was already one of the most popular guys in school, even though he had just missed spring sports. Probably because he's so hot. The weird thing was he seemed to hate the attention.

"Uh, yeah… I knew that too."

"Too?" He raised his eyebrow questioningly. Bonnie was about to reply when she received the packet on her desk. Six pages and one long class period to complete it. Six pages stuffed full of math she was pretty sure she couldn't do and 50 minutes of torture. What if Robert thinks I'm an idiot? With a sigh Bonnie looked down at the paper, it looked eerily familiar. Hadn't they already taken it? The first question was the most obvious of answers, but Bonnie didn't even need to look, as she already knew the answer. She ran her fingers down the first page, then the second. She knew all of them! She riffled through the pages, 1,2,3,4,5,6 all of them every single answer. She skimmed through it again, and again, and again. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared.

"Miss Finside is there a problem?" Mrs. Twitty called across the room.

"Uh no everything's fine, just…fine."

"Well be quiet then", came the nasally voice.

"Sorry!" Bonnie dropped her head back down. With a roll of her eyes she wrote down the first answer, then the second. Then she thought of something.

"Mrs. Twitty do we have to show our work?" Mrs. Twitty glared down her long nose at Bonnie.

"Miss Finside this is ninth grade, do you really think you have to show your work?" Well, that wasn't much of an answer.

" Right, thank you Mrs. Twitty." Inside Bonnie was at the point of cheering and pumping her fist. She quickly finished the test with twenty minutes to spare. She walked to the front of the room gathering more stares as if she were walking with a herd of sheep. Bonnie proudly placed the packet in front of Mrs. Twitty.

"Did you check all your answers over?"

"Yes", Bonnie said even though she hadn't. There was a pause.

"Can I go now Mrs. Twitty?" Mrs. Twitty checked the first page against her answer key.

"I suppose you can go to break." Bonnie went and got her backpack, then hurried out the door. She stood there for almost a minute completely confused.

"What is happening to me?" she muttered out loud. She hurried to her locker, twisting in her combo. She grabbed her lunch and decided to go to Quidditch club. Yes, it's real.