Lefty: *chuckles nervously* May's not here at the moment…she's a bit…tied up.

*from somewhere* May: LEFTY! I SWEAR TO GOD! THE MINUTE I GET OUTTA THIS, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR SORRY TENNIS-PLAYING ASS!

Lefty: *ignores her* Ok, so I'm ignoring all the DC-verse and doing this my own way. Oh and I clearly do not own Wally's alarm song :P

On with the story

Richard Grayson 6:44 AM

Dark blue eyes shoot open seconds before his alarm clock can wake up his whole neighborhood. He pulls back the red and green comforter, sits up, and reaches forward to turn off his alarm clock just as it begins to emit its ear-shattering siren. He climbs out of his soft and comfy queen-sized bed and walks over to his closet, situated to the left of his restroom.

He pulls out his usual clothes: a black jacket to go over a plain, white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, a black hoodie, and places them on his table in the restroom. He pulls out his new, black basketball shoes from its box and places them next to the door. He grabs his comforter and swiftly makes his bed, placing his pillow on top of the blanket. He enters the restroom and begins his daily process of preparation.

After about 15 minutes, he emerges, his jet-black hair gelled back so it's spiky and after throwing his clothes out to the hallway hamper, he returns to his room to grab a pair of dark sunglasses. With that, he picks up his red duffel bag from under his bed and slides down the stair railway, seeing his adoptive father's shadow in the kitchen. "Bruce! Got another cup?" he asks, sitting down at the small dining table.

Bruce Wayne, a man with short, cropped black hair and dark brown eyes, is standing over the stove cooking some eggs, bacon, and sausage. He stops cooking for a moment to grab the 2nd cup of coffee and slide it towards Richard, the coffee barely splashing over the rim. "Thanks," he utters, taking a long sip of the coffee as Bruce continues cooking.

"So, Richard, what sport do you plan on doing after basketball is over?" Bruce asks, moving the eggs around with his spatula. Richard reclines in his chair, listening to the sizzling noises of their breakfast on the stove. He contemplates over the sports they have available at Jump Harbor. There's football, volleyball, tennis, badminton, baseball, swim, water polo, track, even golf.

With a shrug, he replies, "Not sure yet; I could try out for swim or water polo this year. Golf seems too boring, football's too aggressive, baseball takes too long, and badminton and tennis seem to have a lot of conditioning."

"Too bad it doesn't have gymnastics," Bruce states as Richard nods in agreement.

"Well, I heard Water Polo is having their annual meeting after school so I'll go. After Water Polo, I'll go for basketball, and then join Track."

"Just as long as your grades don't drop, you can join the sports." With the sports settled, Bruce turns off the stove and places his share of breakfast on his plate and then Richard's.

Richard sighs contentedly, despite the fact that his biological parents had died in that trapeze accident, Bruce Wayne was an excellent father. He glances down at his breakfast and grimaces behind his hand. But his cooking leaves something to be desired.

Victor Stone 6:45 AM

Victor's eyes groggily blink open as his Sony Ericcson phone continues buzzing. He turns it off, sitting up and letting out a big yawn. He places his phone on the side table and heads straight into the restroom. He had already chosen what to wear the night before: a white tank top with his football team jacket with a pair of black shorts. In about 10 minutes, he's running down the stairs to make his breakfast. His parents are at work…again, and they had left no note or anything for him. He sighs, wondering when he'll actually have a conversation with his parents that's more than two sentences. They're always in the lab, doing Heaven knows what.

His thoughts are interrupted when his phone vibrates, indicating that he has a message. He swallows the cereal in his mouth, places the spoon back onto the bowl with a clink, and pulls out the phone. He opens the message and smirks; Richard's offering to drive him to school. He quickly replies saying to come by in about 5 minutes and resumes eating. Finishing his breakfast, he washes the bowl and spoon and walks over to the front door. He sits down at the bottom of the stairs to start lacing up his black running shoes. Just as he finishes, three honks from a car outside can be heard. He grins, putting on his team hat, grabbing his duffel bag, and he's out the door. Yep, sophomore year's gonna be fun.

Kory Anders 6:50 AM

Chirp! Chirp-chirp! Chirp-chirp!

A tan hand taps on the alarm on her side table and her green eyes blink open. She pushes herself up with a smile and walks over to the window across her bed. "What a glorious day to begin my 10th grade year at Jump Harbor!" she exclaims happily to nothing in particular. As she happily hums to a song and gathers her clothes for the day, she can hear pounding in the room next door. "Sister?" she asks.

"Oh just shut the hell up! It's 6 in the fucking morning!" her older sister, Amanda Anders, yells from behind the wall. Kory frowns briefly before returning to her preparations. Her youngest sibling, William Anders, had probably left the house already. He has 0 period, therefore making him get up earlier than the both of them and go to his class. Her father would drive William to school first before going to work as CEO of a recycling plant. Their mother is a housewife that has to put up with Amanda's consistent trouble-making gang coming in and out of the house. As the thoughts continue to run through her mind, she prepares herself as Amanda texts her friends in the room next door. "You better hurry up, since I need my turn in there too!" she threatens.

After 10 minutes, Kory walks out and Amanda shoves her out of the way. She sighs, grabbing her small purple bag and walking down the stairs to the kitchen. "Good morning, mother," she greets. Her mother turns around, smiling wearily. "Is William at school already?"

"Yes…I can't believe he chose to have an elective and History."

"Perhaps he is trying to rectify what Amanda has done?" Kory suggests. Their sister didn't exactly…graduate, you see. After getting in so much trouble, the school refused to let her graduate. She took matters into her own hands and forged a certificate to show to her parents. Kory and William had found it strange so they decided to investigate it, thus finding out that the graduation certificate was forged.

Her mother sighs again, "I'm not sure, Kory. All I want is for you and William to not go down that path. And I hope you can stop those old friends of yours before it's too late." Her mother is referring to two of her friends: Artemis Crock and Rachel Roth. Rachel isn't a bad student, per se, but she's slowly getting there. The only one there to support her is Kory since no one seems to trust her. Kory shakes off this train of thought and nods to her mother.

"I will make sure they do not follow Amanda," she vows, more to herself.

Jackson Hyde 6:50 AM

Unlike the rest of his friends, Jackson Hyde is swimming around in the school pool. Since he kept winning all the swim meets, the school has allowed him access to the pool. He climbs out of the pool, water dripping down his dark skin and the black tattoos snaking down his arm. He walks to the other side of the pool again to get on the board. He gets into position, clearing his mind and preparing himself to dive into the pool. Arms extended out, legs poised, his eyes open, he bends downwards with his fingers pointed at the water. He imagines the whistle and leaps into the water with a SPLASH! He jets across the water for a moment before he begins his strokes to the other side. He touches the ledge and pushes his head up, barely out of breath. He turns around, hearing faint clapping from the bleachers.

"Not bad, fish boy," his girlfriend, Tula, mocks. He smiles, and gets out of the pool.

"I thought you had a class, Tula," he asks, taking the towel from her. He wipes his head and sits next to Tula.

She scoffs, "I still have a few minutes. I can make it."

"Would you like me to walk you to class?"

Tula stands up and he follows. "Nah, you just keep practicing. I'll be fine. It's not like that man is out of prison already."

"I do not think it is a good idea to be talking about him. You know it is a touchy subject around Rachel," he reminds her, hoping Rachel doesn't appear at the moment.

"I know, I know…but he was only thrown into jail 4 months ago. You can't blame me for being a bit paranoid." He turns back to the pool, placing his towel on the bleachers again.

"I should continue my practice, Tula. You should go to class. I need to make sure we get another League Championship trophy."

She sighs in mock annoyance. "Boys…they always want to impress the girls with their 'trophies'." He smirks as she leaves, closing the gate behind her.

He walks over to the diving board, preparing himself again.

Megan Morse: 6:55 AM

Auburn eyes, shoulder-length red hair, a white T-shirt under a short-sleeved crop top sweater, a skirt, and brown shoes? Yep, it's Megan Morse, rushing to her 0 period class. Her purple messenger bag continues slapping the side of her leg as she runs into the class with her Chemistry book. She quickly regains her breath and sits down next to Tula. "Barely made it, Megan," Tula reminds her. Megan has been doing this in the majority of her classes the year before as well. The only reaction the teachers had during the middle of the year was a facepalm, sigh, and a "Just go to your seat, Megan…"

"Sorry, I overslept again."

"I thought your uncle would wake you up."

"He tried to, but I seem to ignore him and just continue sleeping."

Before they can continue their conversation, their teacher enters, holding some papers in his hands. "All right, sophomores, I'm Mr. Brax and the first thing we're gonna do is check out my syllabus and then I want you to go into groups of 4 and then introduce yourselves.

Megan and Tula already make up half of the group, now they just need to find two more. They spot two people talking to each other, looking around. The four make eye contact and decide that the four will be a group.

Connor Kent 6:55 AM

A 15 year-old with messy, black hair and piercing, blue eyes leaves his room with a black T-shirt with an S logo at the center with blue jeans. He walks into the kitchen and frowns. His parents are at their workplace already and they just left a simple note: "Breakfast on the table. Wish you luck, Connor."

Based on the handwriting, it was his father, Clark Kent, that had written it. He begins, dejectedly, to eat his breakfast wondering why of all jobs, his parents had to choose to be journalists. Every day, he'd wake up with that same note over and over. The only time he got to see them was Mother's and Father's Day and that was usually for at least 30 minutes to an hour since they have to go to work. Even on holidays, they're still stuck in the office. He sighs; the only thing that can always take his mind off of this strained situation is the one sport he loves: football.

As his mind continues to wander around, he hears a honk outside and smirks. One of his teammates must be here to drive him, possibly Mal Duncan. He places the bowl into the sink, writing down a quick note to himself about washing it later. He grabs his duffel bag, ready for a 2nd season as Varsity.

Artemis Crock 7:00 AM

"Artemis, get up! I do not want you late on your first day as a sophomore!" A female voice exclaims as dark grey eyes reluctantly open. She sits up in time to see her mother wheel away in her wheelchair. She trudges into the restroom, grabbing her clothes on the way. Why can't she just stay home? She doesn't want to see those pitying looks on their faces. She and her friend Rachel Roth have been met with judging looks after that…incident with their parents. She's sick of it and she knows Rachel is as well. The only thing keeping her going is the fact that her mother wants her to have a better life than she did when she was in Vietnam. Yes, Artemis Crock is half-Caucasian and half-Asian. She glances over to the other bed with a sullen look. Her older sister, Jade Nguyen, had graduated from Jump Harbor years before the incident so she didn't have to put up with all of the press that showed up when her father was arrested.

Her clothing of choice is a white top with a brown jacket with rolled-up sleeves to go with dark blue jeans and black knee-high boots. But since it was her first day back, she decided to wear a pair of white running shoes. After she finishes her daily preparations, she grabs her backpack and is out the door with a quick "Bye, mom!" Her mother, Paula, knew that she was going to do that so she didn't prepare any breakfast for her daughter. Alone, she sighs. Hopefully, Jade can help her sister through this whole mess. It's been months, but her daughter and Rachel should be over this already. But no, everyone still continues to spread even more rumors about them. The sooner this problem is solved, the better…for both girls.

Wally West 7:05 AM

When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly

I pay to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak, yeah

This is how I roll, animal print, pants out of control-

Before the song can continue, a hand flies towards the phone to shut it off. He pushes himself up, shoving the comforter away from him. He lets out a big yawn and rubs his green eyes before walking into the restroom. About 10 minutes later, he reemerges. He is wearing a light blue, short-sleeved shirt with a long-sleeved undershirt to go with baggy brown pants, and red converse sitting by the door. He grabs his black watch from the dresser, slaps it on, and pushes his HTC phone into the left pocket of his pants. "Morning, Uncle Barry!" He yells cheerfully, almost startling his aunt, Iris Allen. His father was abusive and her mother neglected him and his uncle and aunt, Barry and Iris Allen decided to take him in.

"Morning, Wally!" he greets from the dining table. The two begin conversing about Wally's choice of sports again while Iris finishes up the breakfast. Since both men are both big eaters, Iris cooked up 3 eggs, 2 strips of bacon, and two toast for them. She is content with just 2 eggs for breakfast. "So, Wally, are you going to do any other sport besides Track and Field? You're too good in that! You should expand yourself and do other sports."

"Well, I've been thinking about basketball. But there are more athletic people than me when it comes to that sport."

"You could ask Victor and Richard to see if they want to join."

"Nah, they're busy with other sports. I mean, football is all-year and Richard's probably going to be doing Water Polo and Track."

"If he's doing basketball, you could join him. I mean, you'll have a teammate that is also your friend. It'll be fun."

Wally grins, finishing up his breakfast in time to hear three consecutive honking outside. He pushes his chair out, grabs his backpack, and says a quick goodbye to his aunt and uncle. He can't wait for sophomore year.

Roy Harper 7:10 AM

Whoosh!

THUNK!

The same noise continues as a teenager with auburn hair pointing upwards at the front pulls out another arrow and nocks it to his bow. He pulls it back, taking careful aim, and releases. It lands on the bulls-eye yet again. Before he can reload, he hears faint clapping from above. He glances upwards, and waves at Oliver Queen, the man considerate enough to take him in when his parents had died. "Shouldn't you be stopping soon, Roy? I'm pretty sure Richard and the others are on the way, right?"

"Just give me 10 more minutes! They still have to pick up Wally!" he yells back, turning back to the 4th target.

After 5 minutes, he walks over to pull the arrows out and continue. He lands the first arrow before hearing footsteps behind him on the grass, but he ignores it, knowing he needs concentration for the following targets. "I'm sure you heard about it, right, Roy?"

His second arrow lands on the target and he nods, nocking another arrow. Taking careful aim, he releases it. "I hate how they keep picking on Rachel and Artemis. I mean, it's not their fault their dads are so screwed up." Another THUNK can be heard, but the shot is way off. It lands onto the top part of the target and Roy grits his teeth.

"Roy, you shouldn't let your emotions go into your shots. I thought I told you that already."

"I know, but it's frustrating. Everyone's judging Rachel and Artemis for something they didn't even do. It's annoying." He releases the arrow again and it lands within the small red dot, but not enough for him. He wants it to be dead center.

"I heard that the school is going to forbid any mention of that incident unless the two instigate it themselves." He is answered with another arrow finally hitting dead center.

"Good. Hopefully, the two of them will be able to get past it now that the school won't let other students talk about it." He brings his arm down and turns to Oliver. "So, what's for breakfast?" 3 car honks interrupt Oliver before he can reply. "Never mind, I'll get breakfast at school." He pulls off the bag of quivers and places them on the table with his bow. He grabs his backpack and leaves through the backyard gate.

Alone, Oliver sighs. He looks down at the bow and arrows, thinking about the recent news he had heard about the two criminals. "I hope it's not true…" he mutters.

Garfield Logan 7:15 AM

Another yawn is emitted from a boy with messy red hair as he wipes his green eyes. Why isn't my alarm ringing? he wonders, looking over to his clock. There is a note on it and he rolls over to get it.

Sorry, honey, but I have to work early today. I have breakfast in the fridge for you and I believe I won't be home until late. So you can eat out with your friends, just as long as you come back. –Mom

He groans, crawling out of bed. "But they have sports now, mom…" he mutters aloud. He grabs his clothes: a black T-shirt under a light blue buttoned and collared shirt to go with black pants. Unlike the rest of his friends, he chooses not to carpool with them. Instead, he had chosen to either bike or walk. Today is one of the days when he should bike, so he quickly prepares himself. He grabs a few toasts, seal them up in Ziploc bags, and he's out the door, running to his green and purple bike in his purple and black shoes. With his black backpack on, he hoists himself up and is down the driveway. Soon, he'll reunite with his friends and sophomore year will officially begin.

Rachel Roth 7:30 AM

The violet-haired teen with the amethyst eyes sits on her favorite chair on the porch, staring out to the streets and her hand poised on top of the sketchbook, ready to draw whatever comes to her mind. She is wearing a black T-shirt with the words "Bring Me to Life" on the back in white and her name emblazoned across her chest with black jeans to go with it. After that incident, she had painted a sentence at the bottom: "Don't judge a book by its cover." Her black converse shoes are by the steps, next to her dark purple jacket and backpack. Her face is a blank canvas, ready to be painted by the outside world, but inside, the girl is seething.

"Why do I have to go to school? Artemis and I have already given up on our education! There's no one that cares about us, so what's the point?"

She sighs, letting her hand flow freely on the paper. With one hand sketching whatever comes to mind, she places her left hand under her chin on the armrest, letting it support her. As her hand flies across the paper, her mind wanders to recent events.

The first thing that comes to mind is when the police had shown up to take her father-no he's not her father anymore. He's only a man that used to live with them for the last 14 years. To continue, she wasn't that surprised when the cops showed up and asked for him.

Her and her mother, Arella, had been in Rachel's room, eating their dinner when the door slammed open. Rachel, ignoring her mother's pleas, had walked to the stairs with their leftovers, peeking down to see who it was that came home. It was her father, Leo "Trigon" Marshall, with his "friend", Lawrence "Crusher" Crock, Artemis Crock's father. They had been discussing something about their victim that night when Leo looked up, noticing Raven.

"What are you lookin' at us for, you piece of shit?" he growled, Lawrence smirking from behind.

"Nothing, I was just coming down to wash our bowls," she replied, holding up the bowls and spoons as proof. She came down at about halfway when Leo ascended quickly with Lawrence close behind. She stopped as they turned left, the opposite way from her room. She released a held breath as she continued downwards. But, just as she was going back up the stairs, there was a knock. Before she can open the door, a strong grip clapped onto her shoulder.

"Don't open it," Leo commanded, his canine teeth jutting upwards even more than before.

"And why can't I?" she challenged, her brow furrowing in suppressed anger.

Before either can argue, Lawrence slides down the banister with fear visible in his eyes. "Leo! The…They're here," he announced ominously. Leo's eyes widened in fear and he flung Rachel to the side, making her bump against the wall.

"Who? What?"

"Don't expect me to explain anything to you, brat. It's nothing that you need to concern yourself with."

Suddenly, large banging noises can be heard at the door. "This is the police! Open up!" Rachel, with understanding now, snuck over to the door to unlatch the door.

Leo, catching the movement, grabbed Rachel by the hair, pulling her back to the stairs. "I said don't open it!" Rachel regained her balance and dodged past them to yank open the door. "Damn!" he cursed under his breath as half a dozen guns point to him and Lawrence.

"Leo Marshall and Lawrence Crock?" The lead officer asked. Silence. "Answer the question!"

The officer's eyes darted to Rachel and her tousled hair, clutching her arm which had taken the blow from the collision with the banister. "Leo Marshall is my father," she gestured to her father, the one closest to the door. "And Lawrence Crock is that one." She pointed at the blond-haired "friend" of her father's. "What did you need?"

The officer walked past Rachel, pulling out a set of handcuffs and clicking them onto Leo. "Leo Marshall, you're under arrest for allegedly raping 10 females and then killing them. Lawrence Crock is also under arrest for accessory to murder." He strode over to Lawrence and slapped on the cuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court." As the officer turned away from Lawrence, he immediately raised his foot and side-kicked the officer's side. The rest of the cops ran in, 3 subduing Lawrence and the rest pulling out Leo. The last thing she remembers of that day was her mother's happy and relieved smile.

She sighs again, stopping her quick sketch. Her brow furrows, examining the photo she had just finished. It is a sketch of her and Artemis at the bottom with sullen looks and Leo and Lawrence at the top, their faces contorted in an evil laugh. She managed to draw some flames around the adults and something like a protective barrier around her and Artemis. She hopes that could be true. The both of them are sick of all the accusations and cruel, icy glares from their schoolmates. She smiles, her mind going to Kory and her friends. They're the only ones that haven't judged them poorly. Too bad it took 2 fights and blood being spilled for the school to finally take action and make a rule about the incident.

She sits up, hearing the door swing open. The sweet aromatic smell from the herbal tea permeates her senses and she allows herself a small smirk. Two clinks on the table can be heard to the left of her as she closes her eyes, letting the smell envelop her. "Good morning, mother," she begins. Her mother situates herself onto the chair to the left of the little table.

"Are you ready for sophomore year?" her mother, Arella, asks as the duo takes a quick sip of their tea.

"I don't know…I mean, the last day of school did end without much of a problem, but I've just got this bad feeling for this year. Artemis and I are getting annoyed by talk about it, so maybe I'm just being paranoid."

A slight pressure is placed onto her shoulder and she looks over, seeing her mother with a soft smile. "Rachel, paranoia isn't always a bad thing. After all, you were being paranoid that day too. And look at what happened, we're free of your father and Artemis no longer has to suffer with Lawrence. Learn to trust your sixth sense; it's always helped you, hasn't it?"

Rachel nods, pulling her backpack to her feet. She shuffles the sketchbook into her backpack, with her pencil tucked into the front pocket. She puts on her jacket and slides her feet into her shoes. She turns towards her mother. "I'm off," she states simply, taking one last sip of the tea.

As Rachel walks down the path to her blue bicycle, she doesn't hear her mother's farewell words. "Farewell and I hope that nothing happens this year. This town has suffered enough…we don't need any more deaths…" Arella mutters, holding her hands together like a prayer. Her dark ebony eyes look on as her daughter leaves the residence with a blank expression.

Like everyone else, one can only hope this year goes by without an incident.

Lefty: I am invisible…you do not see me…you do not see me…

May: *appears from behind* *grabs her by the neck* You're coming with me *drags her away*

Lefty: *chokes* I-if you want to f-find out…what happens next…review…*passes out*

May: *laughs* Don't fake it…*chucks Lefty out of the room* *follows after*

Tristana Graf (Shinigami Titans II): Um…I was recently created, therefore I do not know how the duo operates together. Therefore…*backs away* Review and wait for the next chapter, I suppose... *leaves*