Yep, I've started a new fic. Behind Closed Doors is a fic I thought up last night, while thinking of Meet the Robinsons, and a oneshot I did (Just One More Glance) and just started typing.

Judging The Book By Its Cover.

"I don't want to go to school, mama," ten year old Wilbur whined, looking up at his mother with dark brown eyes. "Please don't make me."

"Wilbur, what in the world would make you not want to go to school? Just week's ago you were all for it, now you never want to leave the house." Franny tsked.

Wilbur sighed and looked at his feet. He could tell her, but she wouldn't understand. She never really understood why he said or did something, he usually got scolded or in trouble for the stuff he did and she didn't understand. He shook his head. "No reason."

"No reason is not a good enough reason to stay home," Franny said, then suddenly became panicky. "Are you sick sweetie?"

She grabbed his cheeks and pryed open his mouth, looking down his throat, ignoring his gagged crys.

"Tonsils aren't swollen," she murmured, then she pressed a palm to his forhead. "No temperture...You're not sick."

"I know that mom," Wilbur sighed. "If you had let me tell you-"

"Oh dear!" Franny exclaimed, glancing at the clock. "You're going to be late for school if we don't head out now." She quickly pushed him from behind, out the door. "Scooch, right now!"

..:J.O.Y Middle School:.

Franny kissed Wilburs forhead and gave him a tiny 'motherly' pat on the behind, which Wilbur gave a annoyed groan about, and walked into the school building, turning around once to wave good-bye to his mother, who was smiling and blowing him kisses, obviously trying to embarass the poor child.

He stepped into the school and felt as if a rush of cold had hit him, many of the children turned and gave him the worst looks they could manage, others just turned away or smiled wickedly at him, planning for harassment later today.

Wilbur just walked forward, ignoring the others the best he could manage, and headed towards his locker. He walked up to the locker and opened it, pulling out one of his books, when he heard the snide voice behind him, the voice that just so happened to belong to Tony Blaire.

"So Robinson, back are you? I thought this school was to good for you."

Wilbur hated the blonde boy with his life, he had just started J.O.Y Middle School a few weeks ago, and from the first day when everybody in the class had learned his first and last name, he had been taunted as the spoiled rich kid of Cornelius Robinson.

And now Tony was ragging on him just because he had missed one day of school.

"Shut up and leave me alone, Tony," Wilbur said through gritted teeth. He didn't need to get into a fight today, not after the scolding's and warning's his mother had given him only a week back, when he had smacked a boy half his size just because the boy called him a name.

And, like always, his mother didn't understand. And he got in trouble. And like always, his father thought he knew more then Franny did when dealing with a 'badly behaved little boy' and Wilbur got more then a scolding, which usually happened whenever he got into bad situations.

And, like always, Cornelius let him have no mercy and ignored his pleads, telling Wilbur as Wilbur endured his punishment, that he would have to behave better and quit getting into trouble as much.

And, like always, Wilbur ignored his father, feeling no remorse for his actions, instead he felt anger towards his father and refused to make eye contact with him, and refused to talk to him the whole day. Maybe even the whole week.

"Wilbur Robinson, the boy who doesn't need school." Tony sneered, walked around Wilbur and stepping in front of his open locker, facing the shorter boy. "So, how's daddy today? Did he give you your lunch money today, or did he just give you enough to buy out the whole school?"

Wilbur glared at Tony. "My dad isn't that rich." he lied. Of course his father was that rich. Wilbur knew that, how else would he have a chargeball screen in his room? How else could they afford the huge mansion?

Tony pushed Wilburs shoulders, making the smaller kid stumble backwards. "Admit it. You're spoiled."

"No I'm not!" Wilbur screamed.

"Yes you are!" Tony screamed back. "You are and you know it."

Wilbur gave Tony a glare, grabbed the locker door and slammed it with all his might on the taller boys head, then took off to his first class as the bell rang.

"Robinson!" roared Tony, grabbing his head and looking for the lanky child dizzily.

But he was nowhere.

..:First period and lunch:.

To die would have been easier then and there then to have run, because now Wilbur was sure Tony was going to pound him after school.

At least Tony didn't have the exact same classes as him. He thanked the Lord above countless times for that.

He couldn't concentrate on math, his teacher was talking pointless things to him. As if he wanted to learn math he could barely understand, he wouldn't use it at all in his life anyway.

He couldn't concentrate on history either, that was always impossible for him. He just wasen't good at history, there was to much to remember in that class.

Lunch time arrived quickly, and Wilbur trotted across the lunch room to a table he knew Tony would never see, and sat, looking at his hands. He should probably go and get his lunch, but he didn't want to take the chance of meeting with Tony.

Finally after what seemed like forever, Wilbur stood and marched over to the center and looked at the lunch lady behind the counter.

"Sorry hun, its closed," she sniffed. "you should have gotten the food while it was hot and ready."

Wilbur put on sad, hungry eyes. "Please miss? Can't you just give me cold food? Here," he dug in his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. "Instead of two dollars I'll give you a three dollar extra, if you give me cold food."

The lunch lady looked him over, then got out a ladle and spooned what looked like yesterdays food onto a tray and handed it to the hungry kid.

"Thank you," Wilbur said then walked back to his table. He sat and went to lift his fork to his mouth when he suddenly heard a loud yell behind him:

"Wilbur Robinson bribes the lunch lady! Wilbur's got so much money he could buy out this whole school and make all your parents run to protect their jobs, because he can buy them out to. And you know what else is so great? He thinks he's better then all of you guys here! No! Infact, he told me, he knows he's better then all of you guys!"

Wilbur frowned and turned to glare at Tony Blaire, who was standing in the middle of the cafiteria with his goons, Wyatt and Bruce, smiling as all eyes turned on Wilbur. All angry, judging eyes.

"Ever heard of the saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover'?" Wilbur yelled to him, angry about being the center of attention and being called out.

"Sure have." Tony said, crossing his tough arms. Bruce and Wyatt followed his actions.

"Then don't judge me." Wilbur said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Tony uncrossed his arms and stroad towards Wilbur, grabbing the back of the smaller boys head, grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling him backwards to face him upside down, ignoring his gasp of pain.

"I'll do whatever the heck I please," he said evily, then slammed Wilburs face into the lunch table as hard as he could, almost breaking Wilburs nose. "Payback, brat, for that little locker inccident you pulled back there."

Wilbur just lifted his head and stared ahead of himself, holding his aching, bleeding nose, trying to fight back tears of embarassment and pain.

"Watch your back, Robinson," Tony muttered, then spat on Wilbur's lunch and stalked away, with Wyatt and Bruce gwuaffing behind him like two giant chimpanzees, and the kids in the lunch room laughing at the raven haired boy holding his bleeding nose.

He just lay his head on the table and stayed there as the bell rang and people began piling out of the room, leaving him alone in the lunch room, moaning into the small table.