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Alri-okie, here's the next chapter! (PS whoever guesses what alri-okie means, this chapter gets dedicated to you)

Dedicated to all the smart cookies out there!

Sierra frowned at the stuck key on her piano. Leave it to Johnny to screw something up.

"JOHNNY!" she yelled.

Soon enough (After the third scream) the yellow-haired ghost appeared. "What?"

"What did you do to my piano?" she demanded.

"Uh...it's not like you could play it anyway...?" he tried with a little smile.

"I could play well enough..." she pouted as she repeatedly hit the stuck key, watching as it slowly came up, the note playing longer than necessary.

Johnny quickly ran out of there, and the shadow stealthily escaped the confines of the piano and followed him, damage done.

"Johnny, what did you do?" Kitty asked her boyfriend, annoyed.

"I uh...kinda messed up her piano?" he tried to look innocent.

"Oh crud." Ember sighed. "She's gonna try to fix it now."

Sure enough, a loud (and headache-inducing) set of notes pounded from the piano as Sierra tried force to remove whatever was making the key stick in place.

"Why would you do that?" Ember demanded of the rebellious teen.

"She was trying to figure out how to play that one song! The off-key one with the food? She kept trying random keys and everything!"

The hostility in the room died down a bit as another pound of keys resonated throughout the building. "Regardless, she's important to our plan, we have to make her feel as welcome as possible." Kitty reprimanded.

"I don't see what you're complaining about..." Spectra stated as she applied more powder to her face. "This much misery over a stuck key is fabulous! Imagine if something truly traumatizing were to happen..."

"Sorry, Penelope, she's with me." Ember stated coldly. Bertrand glared at the singer as Spectra grimaced, and the piano slammed again. "I'm going to go get her before she punches that piano to death."

Ember flew out of the room, and grabbed Sierra's hand before it came down once again onto the piano. "We'll fix it later, but now we gotta go!" Ember exclaimed. Sierra's eyes lit up as she quickly followed, only glancing back to the piano once during the flight.

"Great...they forgot us!" Johnny exclaimed.

"Were you even listening?" Kitty yelled. "We stay here when the Phantom kid comes looking for them."

"Oh..." Johnny look dumbstruck. "Then what? I've got no beef with the kid now."

"We don't attack him, we distract him." Penelope sighed as she snapped her powder shut.

"Then we attack!" Bertrand exclaimed, eyes glowing.

Kitty sighed and facepalmed. "No, we don't attack anyone, we promised to leave that to Sierra." she lifted her hand from her face. "When they come looking for her, we'll keep them here and distract them while they...I guess try to take over the world again."

"Right...how will we distract them for that long, though?" Johnny innocently asked.

Everyone then placed their full attention on the blond teen. "What, that's gonna take a while, right?" he defended.

Kitty sighed and shook her head, embarrassed. "We attack them, I guess..." Kitty slowly answered, embarrassment now in full bloom.

Danny flew to the institute where Sierra lived for her few months in Amity Park. He phased through into her room before transforming back into his 'Fenton' form and searched for any clues. However, it seemed most of her personal stuff had been removed.

"Danny?" a voice called from the doorway.

"Gah! Oh, hi Ms. Krane." Danny put down his arms that he had raised in self defense (and surprise).

"Hello," she responded, woefully. "It's weird having this place so empty and quiet. This whole town..."

"Yeah, it is pretty creepy." Danny scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Ms. Krane then sighed. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you." Danny stopped his scratching and his eyes showed his complete attention to her. "I know, a counselor confiding in you for once is a big change, but I only took the job because I wanted to stay with Sierra, Amity Park is quite a move from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, you know."

Danny rolled his eyes. A Wisconsin villain again.

"Anyway, as I said, it's quite the move, and all my family is over there, and with everything down over here, I figured I better go back to see if they're safe." she glanced down.

"Sounds reasonable." Danny responded. "But why are you telling me this?"

Ms. Krane sighed. "I'm not coming back." Tears sprang to her eyes and started to fall. "Not because of Sierra, but there's nothing I can really do about her now that she's...she's..." a sob then broke through. "It's too much. It's just too much to take. I know it sounds selfish, but-"

"It's alright, I understand." Danny replied honestly, if a little miffed. Life in Amity Park wasn't meant for everyone, he guessed.

"But what if she doesn't?" Ms. Krane asked. "I want to be here for her, I do! But I just can't. It wouldn't be the same, now that..." she took a deep breath. "Could you give this to her, if you see her?" she asked, holding out a stuffed dog with a card around the neck. "For her collection. She always wanted a dog, but it wasn't allowed. It was supposed to be for her birthday next week."

Danny reached out and picked up the small toy. "Of course."

Ms. Krane attempted to suck in her tears, and gave a small smile. "Did you know that she could read before she talked? She knew how to talk, she just wanted to sound 'normal'. Her first words were read out of a book. Such an incredible girl."

Danny smirked a bit. "I'd believe it."

"Always in the books when she first came. Scared her parents good, though, when she started reading Green Eggs and Ham to them one day."

This caused Danny to pause. "What happened to her parents?" Danny asked.

"They're alive, if that's what you mean. They had always hoped for a child, and loved Sierra when she was born. They were good parents, they just couldn't handle the fact that their perfect child was different. They weren't ready."

"That doesn't sound too loving." Danny replied.

"They were heartbroken, and didn't know what to do. They didn't give her up, if that's what you thought. They really tried, but they just weren't ready and social services took her away. They couldn't bear to visit her after, though. They were too young, and too ashamed to face the product of their failed parenting."

Danny nodded, though on the inside he was furious. "Who were they?"

"I shouldn't be telling you all of this, but why do you need to know?

"Just wondering." Danny shrugged.

"Are you planning something...?" she asked, the tiniest hint of amusement in her eyes.

He just shrugged.

"Well, I won't tell. Make sure you give her that doll." she called as she turned to leave. "And tell her I miss her."

Danny nodded that he would, but raised an eyebrow at her emphasis on 'doll.' It was a doll, right? Well, stuffed animal, but it seemed pretty normal as he turned around to inspect it, and opened the small card.

Happy wishes on a Happy Birthday!

With love,

Jacob and Emma Johnson

AND MArciE

Oh.

Oh!

Danny grinned and quickly transformed, and flew at top speed toward the Fenton household.

"Not so fast, Dipstick!"

Ms. Krane headed out the door to her car. The city was just too creepy for her to handle. The streets were completely devoid of any life, the only sounds the repeated songs of the pop singer Ember what's-her-face. All these new singers were the same nowadays.

Well, besides the ones who could brainwash everyone with her notes.

She started the car and prepared to drive away when an all-too-familiar but way too different face stared at her from the building across the street.

With a small gasp, Ms. Krane stopped the car and got out, walking toward the building. As soon as she opened the door, she came face-to-face with the child she had taken care of for several years.

"I trusted you." was all Sierra said as her eyes burned with hurt.

"Sierra? Please, stop what you're doing!"

"Stop existing? Sorry, but I think dying is about as close as I'll get, and that's been done already."

"No, Sierra! Please, I'm begging you. Not as a friend, not as a counselor or case manager. But as a mother. Please!" she tried, hoping it would work.

"Where were you at the point of conception, then? I already have a mother. But she didn't care for me!"

"Sierra, she did-"

"THEN WHY DID SHE LEAVE ME? Because everyone always does! She left me, and...replaced me."

Ms. Krane stopped. "What do you mean...?"

"Of course you'd be surprised. You never trusted me to tell me that I have a SISTER!" Sierra was past the border of being hysterical, before she started laughing. "This is just like those soap operas you like to watch so much." she stated before laughing harder.

"No, you don't understand, she's not technically your sister, they adopted her..." Ms. Krane froze, realizing that that wouldn't have helped at all.

All laughing ceased immediately and her eyes burned darker than anyone had ever seen before. "...What...?!"

Ms. Krane sucked in a deep breath as Sierra continued to stare. But before she could blink, Sierra was gone.

Sierra's guardian let out her breath before sinking back against the wall and closing her eyes, in shock and exhaustion.

How's that, my faithful readers! Sorry, so sorry for the late update, but I have an announcement to make...

*Clears throat*

I hate high school.

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