The girl stared down at her paper and scribbled random notes and doodles on her page. She sat 3 seats in front of Morty, who didn't know she even existed. The teacher droned on about math and stuff as her pen scratched against her paper. She really didn't care about this class at all. Honestly, math isn't something she needed in her life. If you were wondering, the girl's name is Iris, after the part of the eye. She was 14, though she didn't look her age at all. She was Flat cheated, short, and had a high-pitched voice that annoyed anyone who heard it. Iris liked her own company, as a result, she had no friends. Her thoughts and scribbles were interrupted by the teacher's voice.

" Do you know the answer, Iris?" He barked.

"Uhm…no?" She began," Honestly, I don't care about this class, and no one else does." Seemingly, the whole class was staring at her in shock. The teacher's face contorted from rage to contentment.

"You're right, but this is my only job, so you kids BETTER GET THIS INTO YOUR THICK SKULLS," He paused," Class dismissed." As slowly as she could, Iris packed up her belongings and shuffled out of the class. Morty wasn't too far in front of her; Iris blushed a little. She couldn't work up the nerve to talk to him, since the excitement in her chest was too much to bear. Instead, she made her way to her next class- science. Morty went in the opposite direction to his History class. She slumped down in her seat and took out her things. Suddenly, there was stomping down the hallway. Not even thinking, Iris shot up from her seat and ran out of the class. She was greeted with an old man pulling Morty down the hall urgently. He looked down the hall and noticed her staring, staring daggers at the young girl. She went back into the class and closed the door, almost slamming it. Class hadn't started yet, so she acted like she was sharpening her pencil. No one said anything to her, but she knew they were staring. A horrible feeling of dread washed over her. Iris couldn't stop thinking about that man. Who was he? Why was he there? Where was he going? Where was he going. Those words resonated in her. She had a feeling like she did something she really shouldn't have.

"Who- Who the hell was that Morty?!" Rick barked, now in another dimension with his grandson.

"I dunno! She's in my math class, but I don't know who she is!" He cried.

"W-w-well I hope she didn't see anything. If she did, I gotta track her down- It- it'll be a whole thing, Morty," Rick stuttered.

Iris ran home that day. She watched her back, never letting anyone out of her sights. She didn't really know why she was so worked up, she really didn't do anything wrong… right? That look he shot her was so…angry. It was like she stole the last piece of pizza or something. She locked the door and shut the blinds. Sighing, Iris pulled out her homework. It looked like so much even though it was only a few pages. She shook her head and began.

Rick and Morty walked through the green portal as it closed behind them. It was almost time for dinner, as expected. The girl didn't even cross Morty's mind until Rick mentioned her again.

"I might have to kill some chick," He reported.

"What?! So what if she saw us?" Morty yelled, slamming his hands on the table.

"Look, MOOOrty, teens spread rumors, and then one of two things will happen: Everyone will want my inventions, or everyone w-wo-will bother you. Ju-just trust me, neither of those things are worth letting that girl live."

"What would you know about what someone's life is worth?" Morty retorted angrily, remembering all those Ricks and Morties. Rick took a long sip from his flask and sighed.

Iris grabbed the sides of her head to try and quiet her aching headache. It only got worse and worse, the pounding growing louder and louder. Ripping at her hair, and groaned. She grabbed the corner of her desk and stood on shaky legs. She grabbed on to random furniture to stable herself. The shaky girl made her way to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. A teen with unruly hair, a pasty complexion, and big, scared eyes looked back at her. It wasn't too far off than she usually looked. She still had that red hair and those green eyes, so she couldn't be that screwed up. Iris fumbled for the asprin, but before she could open the lid, the pain was gone. Just like that. Oh God.