About Daphne: Okay, so I know that Daphne's mom was supposed to be alive according to the graphic novel, but omg, according to that Daphne's a total B word! I mean seriously, I was reading it and I was like, "What the heck?" She fights with her mom and then her mom freaking dies and she like doesn't care and then she tells her dad he should die and she runs away? What happened to her being a good person? So I am erasing that story from my memory and suggest you do the same, it will make you like her a lot more ;)

Chapter 1: flipping out

Adam's POV

Adam awoke to the sound of something sizzling. This was odd because the sizzling wasn't that loud. Then again, the house was so small, he could hear every whisper in the kitchen from the room he was sharing with Gabriel. The small room.

He rolled over and looked at the clock. Clocks. They had kept him up the entire night, but had seemed to put Gabriel right to sleep. It was 7:30, an hour before school started. He moaned and rolled over but, remembering he had to walk, got out of bed. He entered the kitchen to see Gabriel cooking.

"Well, it's good to know you're not queer or anything," Adam said as he flopped into the chair at the kitchen table.

"Shut-up, or you don't get any pancakes." Gabriel said.

"Good threat," Adam replied.

"It's not a threat, it's a fact." Gabriel replied calmly. Adam hesitated.

"Well it's not very nice," he said.

"Okay, let's play the quiet game,"

"I'm not a big fan of that one,"

"Why am I not surprised."

"Well, maybe your reflexes aren't working." At that Adam walked over and swung his fist at Gabriel, who, taken completely by surprise, jumped back, slipped, and fell over. "Nope, that's not it."

Adam then turned around and sat back down. Gabriel quickly scrambled to his feet. He stood for a moment staring at Adam in disbelief.

"What the heck?"

"What? I was only helping you,"

"I am going to kill you,"

"Hah! I knew it. What did I tell you not one day again?" Gabriel sighed and held his forehead with his hand.

"Okay, what happened to the quiet game idea, huh?"

"I told you I'm not a big fan,"

"Okay fine. How 'bout we… make it a little more… interesting?"

Now most people hearing this would thing that Gabriel was pausing for dramatic effect, but, it seemed to Adam that he couldn't really think of what to say.

"What do you mean?"

"A deal,"

"I don't do deals,"

"Fine, a bet"

Adam perked up. He never turned down a bet.

"Well what is it?"

"Okay, if I talk first, I'll get my dad to drive us, if you talk first, we walk, okay?" Gabriel said, picking up a pancake and placing it on top of the rest.

"Alright, fine," said Adam with a smirk.

"Fine,"

"I win!"

"What?"

"You just talked!"

"What? No, we didn't even start yet!"

"Says who?"

"Says me! Look we'll start when I say G-O, okay? Go." They were both silent.

"Are you going to-"Adam started.

"Hah! I win."

"We didn't start yet!"

"I said go!"

"You said we would start when you said G-O, not go."

"Ya! Because I didn't want you to think we were starting the first time I said it! Can't you spell?"

"Well sorry, you could specify. I mean honestly, no need to over complicate everything,"

"Okay, fine. Fine. We'll start again." Gabriel said. "Now."

Silence.

"Now." Adam said.

"What?"

"Hah! I win!"

"No I win! You said now!"

"Ya, but last time you said go twice so I thought that-"

"No no no no no no no no, this is not how it works. We will start when I say now the second time. I just said once, okay? Next time I say it, we'll start, okay?"

"Yep!"

"You sure?"

"Oh definetly." Gabriel eyed him for a second.

"Now." Gabriel said.

"It."

"WHAT?"

"Hah! I win agai-"

"No. No, I made it perfectly clear that time,"

"You said next time you said 'it' then-"

"Aaarg!" Gabriel screamed "Okay! Fine! Fine! Whatever! I'll go get my dad!" Gabriel said throwing off his apron and heading into another out of the room. Adam smiled.

"I win."

Daphne's POV

Daphne sat on her bed staring at her options. Should she show up in school in a wheelchair, braces or old lady walker. She sighed. This sucked.

The walker was the first one ruled out. She hated it when her knees crossed or her legs "made swissor movements" as her doctor had said.

It was hard choosing between the braces and the wheelchair. She could move around more easily with the braces, but she also looked like a robot. She decided to go with the wheelchair.

Daphne hated that she had to make these decisions. She wished she could run like her mother did and win a matching medal. Leaning down, she opened a drawer and pulled it out. Whenever she wore it she felt like her mother was watching her.

Looking up to the sky Daphne quietly said, "You should see my first day of school, mom." Then she put the medal around her neck and tucked it into her shirt

Elle's POV

Elle looked up at the new school.

"Wow. Big." She said out loud. It was more than big. It was huge. She wondered how long it would take for her to get lost. Not long probably. She shrugged and headed towards the building.

Inside it was more of a maze than she had expected. There were thousands of crisscrossing halls, and if Noah hadn't explained it to her, she probably wouldn't have even known what a locker looked like. She was number 659. She turned to the locker next to her. It read, 36. She looked down the endless hall.

"Oh well," she said to herself quietly. She definitely wouldn't mind being late. Then she remembered Noah. A boy walked by her and she snapped at him.

"Hey, you, person," she said. He turned around. "Where's this locker?" she asked, pointing to a number scribbled down on a small torn piece of paper.

"I don't know, find it yourself," he said with a smirk, turning and walking off. Elle's jaw dropped. Everyone always did what she asked! Except Noah, but he was just weird, he didn't count. She decided to speed walk.

Elle searched for what seemed like hours. She would follow the lockers until they reached a high number, and then the hall would end and she would have to start all over again.

Finally, she came across a long locker. It was labeled '659' (finally) and came with a strange handle, the likes of which she had never seen. She wrapped her fingers around the large knob and pulled. It didn't budge. Using only her thumb and index finger, she grabbed onto the top part (the only part that had moved even slightly the first time) and thrust upwards. Still no luck. She kicked it in anger and grabbed the whole knob again, shaking it furiously until it finally swung open. Satisfied, she exhaled proudly. She then proceeded to pull out her heavy books one by one and deposit them onto the bottom shelf of the new found containment.

Her locker was, of course, without a partner. It was probably the only freshman's locker in the whole school without a partner. Daddy had the money, and she was pretty sure that some poor person was now stuck with two locker partners instead of one.

Sighing, she grabbed the book she needed book and stuffed it in her bag. Shutting her locker revealed a small boy. He was staring at her and smiling.

"Hi," she said cautiously.

"Ohio!" He replied.

"Oh, sorry, I don't speak Chinese." Elle said. The boy furrowed his eyebrows in an attempt of expressing his anger. He wasn't very good at it.

"I am Japanese," he said.

"What's the difference?"

"Very big difference," he whined, dropping the 'threatening' look.

"Like what?" Elle demanded.

"Well," he paused for a moment, thinking of an example, then brightened up when he thought of one. "Sulu is Japanese!"

"Who's Sulu?" Elle asked.

"From Star Trekka!"

"What's Star Treekah?" the boy gasped.

"You never heard of Star Trekka?"

"Nope, I've been home schooled all my life and I'm, not allowed to watch TV," she said cheerfully. Then her face darkened "My daddy thinks it has a bad effect on me,"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the boy, ignoring the creepy look on Elle's face.

"Ya, it's okay, I'll just have to watch it when he's not around. So, who are you?"

"I am Hiro!" he said. Elle laughed.

"Do all Japanese boys have weird names?"

"Well what is your name?"

"Elle,"

"What's the difference?"Elle thought about this for a moment.

"Hm, I guess you're right," she said. "So why are you standing here?" At this, Hiro's face brightened.

"We are locker partners!" He said. "Yatta!"

You guys, I'm like really sorry, but I have issues writing about Peter! I, of course, keep writing about him, I just keep making him über boring! I think it's because he reminds me a bit of myself. The younger sibling part, not the guy part (I am a man at heart! Jk, jk). Although, it could also be that I am angry at him for nailing Sylar to a table (bully! Ok, so maybe he deserved it, but still…). Anyway, I will try to keep writing about him, and if you're a Peter fan, I suggest you keep reading till the end, hinthint (wow, I really need to stop giving you guys so many hints, I gonna give away the whole freaking story :o)