I sat in my uncle's van as he pulled up to his... Is that a factory? No. I am NOT living here that long. What happened to the lab he had?

"Uncle Two-Brains... What is this?!" I exclaimed. My suitcase was in my hand as I got out. Uncle smiled. His hair was white and a giant mess. His eyes are pink. And by his stupid new name, he has a tiny mouse brain on his head.

"Seminara, this is your new home!" Uncle said as if it were a good thing. I turned away from Uncle and started walking towards the street. I was getting a taxi the hell outta this place."Semmy! Wait! Where are you going?!"

"I am NOT living in a factory." I shouted back.

"Semmy... come on. Please? Your mom wants you to stay in Fair City until you graduate high school." Uncle came and wrapped an arm around me."I heard you like science. What do you like to do. Make inventions? Oh I love making inventions!" I rolled my eyes.

"And look where that's gotten you..." I muttered, but turns out, his smell and craving for cheese weren't the only things enhanced when his experiment went wrong.

"Seminara, I heard you. Now come on. I've even set up your room for you!" Uncle smiled again, which soon turned back to a frown as if he heard something."No I didn't decorate her room with cheese." Pause."What do you mean a room without cheese isn't a good room at all?!" Another pause."Well dammit, she's a girl! She may not like cheese."

"UNCLE TWO-BRAINS!" I shouted, interrupting his self conflict. He glared at me.

"What?!" He replied, before noticing what he had said.

"My room..." He got it immediately. Uncle grabbed my suitcase and ran in the factory. I sighed. Mom... why?

My room wasn't all that bad. It was big and I mean big. It had a bed with blue sheets, a rug, a dresser, a lamp... yeah. Normal.

"So Semmy... guess where you're going tomorrow." Uncle said in a sing-songy voice.

"To an actual house and not a factory?" I replied sarcastically.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Uncle commented with equal sarcasm."No, you're going to your first day of high school."

"No. I am not going. Forget it." I protested.

"Yes you are Semm-" Pause. Yup. Here's his mouse brain again."Yes she has to go to school. My sister said so." Pause. "No she can't help me spread evil." Again, pause. "Alright! I'll ask her." Uncle sighed as he turned to me."My mouse half wants to know if you'd like to make cheese based inventions for me so I can go and turn Fair City into cheese all while beating Word Girl." Now I was shocked.

"I thought-" I started.

"Yes but I'm evil now. She's my nemesis." Uncle explained.

"Sorry Uncle. But I'm not interested in making cheese inventions." I said sincerely.

"What? Then what kind of inventions DO you like to make?"

I left him to think about that as he dropped me off at school the next day. A girl who I think I've seen before, comes up to me. Uncle grins happily.

"Hi Becky!" He greeted.

"What are you up to, Two-Brains?" Becky interrogated.

"Oh you've gotten so big. What are you... fifteen now?" Uncle rambled on.

"Yes I am. But why are you here?" Damn. She sounds like a cop almost.

"I'm just dropping off my niece at her first day at high school." Becky glared at me wearily."Oh don't worry. She doesn't like cheese ."

"Yeah. I'm not gonna be making inventions for my uncle any time soon." I added. Becky smiled.

"Hi! I'm Becky Botsford." She held out a hand. I held out mine.

"Seminara." I replied."Seminara Boxleitner, but call me Semmy."

"Alright, Dr. Two-Brains! I will have your niece back here at three. You better not go on any crime sprees. Be here by 3:10, or else she'll be at my house. Have a good day." Becky and I waved at Uncle as he drove away. The last thing I heard from Uncle was down the street when he started screaming at his mouse brain.

"YOU ARE NOT GONNA MAKE ME LATE PICKING UP SEMINARA!" Of course he was down the street and it sounded a bit softer than if he were standing right here. Becky sighed.

"Let me show you your classes." Becky said sweetly. I followed, but I wondered about her. How did she know Uncle? And why does it sound like she's trying to keep him in line?