Sorry about the long wait.

So, I have gotten some questions. As you may know this is a book by Andrew Clements. I am basically taking it and putting the Big Hero 6 characters in it and copying it basically word for word. I know that is plagiarism but this is also fanfiction and it would be just like me taking the fanfiction and retelling it. Like how some people basically retell Big Hero 6 word for word. This is kind of like a crossover except there are really no categories to put with this that this falls under except 'Misc. Books'. So I am just not making it a crossover. It is just Big Hero 6, don't worry. But the story is The Report Card by Andrew Clements.

I hope this clears things up and if not or if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'll get to you ASAP!

Without further ado here's chapter two!

The Facts of Me

My room was "a mess." I was supposed to "get it all straightened up" before dinner. "Or else." Aunt Cass's orders.

But I was in no mood to clean. So I just lay there on my bed, thinking. Which wasn't unusual. And the thought came very clearly that a messy room was the least of my problems. That was a fact.

I always loved facts. That's because facts don't change. And that's also why I hate facts too. Sometimes.

I've been discovering facts about me for a long time. It's like I've been doing experiments for years so I can figure out what makes me me.

The facts of me.

Here's one fact I've discovered: I have the opposite of amnesia. I don't think I've ever forgotten anything. I can remember all the was back. I can remember the smell of the soft, blue cloth my mom tucked under my chin to catch the drips when I drank baby formula from a bottle. I can remember each race car on my blanket I slept with in my crib. Twelve race cars.

I also remember the day that my parents died and were taken from me when I was just three years old. It wasn't fair, yet I remember all that stuff.

And I remember back to when I thought everyone else was just like me. Because that's the way it seemed in the beginning. I couldn't tell the difference between myself and everyone else. I thought everyone else was thinking and feeling and seeing the same things I was. But that was not a fact.

Analyzing. That's another fact about me. I do that constantly. It's always been like that.

Then, my mind went through it's filing system and remembered every detail of the day when I first started to see I was different.

It happened the week after my parents died. My big brother, Tadashi and I had just moved in with our aunt Cass. She was the only family we had. I was three and my brother was ten, seven years older. He was an awesome big brother. He was always there for me.

It was Saturday and Tadashi dumped this big, five-hundred-piece jigsaw puzzle onto the floor. It was of a robot. Not really too much to say about that. Just an everyday robot. Tadashi loved robots. One day, he decided, he was going to build a robot.

Tadashi was smart. He hadn't skipped any grades, but he was at the top of his class and was headed for a full scholarship at San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. So I went to watch and Tadashi said, "Does Hiro want to watch his brother put together a puzzle?" I only nodded.

First Tadashi turned all the pieces picture side up. Then he pulled out all the frame pieces and started putting those together. Once the frame was done he started looking for a piece of the robot's eye. So I leaned forward and pointed to a piece.

"What?" asked Tadashi. And then he realized. I pointed to the piece that went there. "Thanks, Hiro," he said and put the piece in the puzzle. Then, he looked at me and said, "Where's the one that goes here?" He pointed to a different part of the puzzle.

I looked at the pieces for a second and then I said, "This one," and pointed to another piece. He put it in the puzzle.

"How about here?" I pointed again, and sure enough, it fit.

Because this wasn't hard for me. I could see all the pieces at once and I could see exactly where they fit. They were just right there.

Then, Tadashi got an idea. He wanted to challenge me. He pointed to a part of the puzzle that was all red and said, "What goes...here?"

I looked over all the puzzle pieces. There must have been nearly one hundred that were mostly red. Tadashi thought I was stumped. But I wasn't. I reached out and picked up a piece and gave it to him.

"Sorry, Hiro. Maybe you'll get it next time. But hey! You got a lot of them." And then he gave me a hug. Because like I said, he is a nice big brother.

But then he looked at the piece that I handed him. And once he brought it closer to the frame, he realized that it was the right piece.

"Whoa! How'd you do that?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I don' know," I said. And then I picked up another piece.

"Why don't you put some pieces in the puzzle, Hiro. You just have to push them it. Like this." He demonstrated.

As I put some pieces in, I could feel how Tadashi was watching me. He had never looked at me this way before. I didn't know I was doing anything unusual. For me, the puzzle was easy. I didn't have to try out ten different pieces to find the correct one. I saw them all at once. I didn't have to slow down and I didn't make any mistakes.

Then, Tadashi ran and got Aunt Cass. And then I felt like I was performing. And I did not like to perform. So I stopped.

"Come on, smarty pants!" Tadashi said. "Keep doing the puzzle, Hiro. Find the piece that goes right there!"

Then, Aunt Cass said, "Come on, Sweet Pea. Add another piece to the puzzle. You can do it, Hiro!"

They wanted a performance! But I wasn't performing, I was just being me.

So I did nothing.

"Come on, Hiro! I know your smart enough to do it!" Tadashi said.

"No!" I yelled. That was it. Puzzle playtime was over.

But later, when I was supposed to take a nap, I crawled out of my toddler bed and walked downstairs and put the whole puzzle together. I took a long look at the robot's black body, it's red face, and the busy background. I decided that when I grew up, I wanted to build a robot just like this one.

Maybe.

Then I took the puzzle apart and put it back exactly as I found it. And then I "took" my nap.

That day I learned some important facts about me. I learned that what seemed normal to me seemed strange to other people. I also learned that I don't like to perform. And that I like robots.

For a week after that, Tadashi and Aunt Cass kept watching me. They were watching to see if I would do anything else that was smart or clever. So I was careful, which might seem weird, but it was a fact. If Aunt Cass or Tadashi or any of the kids at pre-school started looking at me funny, I would stop whatever I was doing. I didn't want to be stared at. So I was careful.

And when I figured out how to read, I was careful about that, too. No one learns how to read until first grade. Maybe kindergarten. So me knowing how to read in pre-school at age three? That had to be kept a secret. Reading was amazing and wonderful and exciting, but I couldn't tell anybody. And there were also a few other reasons. My brother, Tadashi didn't learn how to read until he was in kindergarten. So I figured if I knew how to read now it would be a big deal. And it would make Tadashi feel bad. Or mad at me. Or both. Plus I didn't want Aunt Cass to make me read my own bed time stories. So I kept me learning to read a secret.

I was still lying on my bed, thinking and thinking. And then I remembered my report card. The Ds on my first report card of fifth grade. Those Ds have become a fact. It had been nice to forget them for a few minutes. But forgetting about a fact does not make the fact go away.

And I knew that pretty soon Aunt Cass was going to yell that it was dinnertime.

I got up off my bed, walked over to my desk, grabbed my report card, and licked the flap of the envelope. The glue tasted terrible. I waited a second and then pressed the flap shut. Now the report card was hidden away in its crisp, white envelope. I even smoothed out one of the corners from when Liz ripped it open.

Then, I instantly analyzed what I had done, and I knew why I had sealed the envelope. Those Ds were like a time bomb. Tick, tick, tick, BOOM! The explosion was inevitable. I was putting it off until the last possible second.

I had thought about getting those Ds for a long time. I felt pretty sure that my plan made sense. But still, Aunt Cass has always been crazy about grades.

And I had to face a fact: Those Ds were going to have to be explained.

But not the part about Liz. About how those Ds were related to her.

The part about Liz wouldn't have to be explained until much later.

Maybe never.

There you go, guys. Chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed it! Review!