Thank you to CommentsGalore7777, MBAVfan1, TeamEthanMorgan, MyBabysittersAVampireaholic, and JustBeYou182 for reviewing!

Jane was nervous this morning. She had just gotten a lecture from her mother about not letting her project go to school for her anymore. Jane understood, but at the same time, she didn't want to face anyone there. She knew that all of her friends that she had once had hated her now. She had wanted to scold her project over and over for that. Jane never had the heart to do it. The truth is that Jane was getting tired. She was getting tired of all the stress, all of the emotions, and all of the disappointment. She wasn't sure how much longer she would last at this high school. Maybe she could convince her parents to have her home schooled. She contemplated that thought as she walked down the basement stairs. Her project was pacing back and forth scratching its head. She had almost forgotten how strange it was that her project acted and looked like her.

"Hey," Jane said quietly making her project slowly turn to face her.

"What's up," her project asked. "Are we ready for school?"

"I am," Jane said.

"What do you mean," her project asked.

"I mean that I'm going to school and you're staying here," Jane said even quieter than before.

"You can't just leave me here," her project said.

"It'll just be for this week," Jane said. "Or for however long it takes for my mom to say that I can let you go to school."

"Which will be never, right," her project asked angrily.

"I don't know," Jane said.

"Your parents are getting in the way of everything," her project said punching the wall. "Maybe it would be better if they were out of the picture."

"Don't talk about my parents like that," Jane said on the verge of yelling.

"Think about it, Jane," her project yelled at her. "You've spent so much of your time creating me. That means months of hard work down the toilet."

"I should be mad about that," Jane said. "Not you. I'm fine with it."

"You're fine with wasting all of the progress that you made," her project asked.

"Yes," Jane said. "I don't care right now."

"So you don't care if I get unplugged or not," her project yelled.

"I don't know," Jane yelled back.

"What do you mean you don't know," her project asked.

"I'm not really sure about what's happening right now," Jane said.

"Promise me that you won't unplug me," her project said pointing at her. "Promise me."

"By the way you're acting now, maybe I should unplug you," Jane said quietly, but her project heard her. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain on her cheek and a force strong enough to knock her to the ground. Her project had slapped her. She couldn't believe this. How could this happen? Being hit by a human was bad. Being hit by a robot hurt ten times worse. I need to learn to keep my big mouth shut, Jane thought to herself. Jane stood up quickly to face her project.

"Promise me that you won't unplug me," her project said completely ignoring what had just happened.

"Why do you have grease on you," Jane asked looking down at her project's shirt ignoring its repeated phrase.

"Just a little project I've been working," her project said smiling. "Back to business. Promise me that you won't unplug me."

Jane started feeling uneasy. Something was wrong with her project's smile. Instead of answering her, Jane turned around and ran upstairs. She ran out of the basement closing the door behind her. She could hear her project screaming at Jane to promise not to unplug it. She ran all the way to school not stopping until she reached the front double doors. The uneasy feeling in her stomach wouldn't subside. She wasn't sure why. She nervously walked through the front doors and to her first class. She took a deep breath before walking inside. All eyes were on her once again making her feel queasy. She sat at her desk deciding to be strong this time. Maybe she could make it through this school year. Both first and second classes passed by fast like they always do. Jane was mostly about third period and lunch. She held her head up and walked into her third period classroom. Rory was already there. She hoped that he wouldn't notice her as she sat down, but he did. His reaction was not what she expected however.

"Do you want to see my new ninja picture," Rory asked excitedly. Old Rory was back, thank goodness.

"Sure," Jane said smiling on the inside and outside.

It was picture of a ninja in a blue and red suit. It was intriguing.

"That looks awesome," Jane said her smile growing wider.

"Thanks," Rory said. "Took me a while."

"I can tell," Jane said smiling.

"It's the real you again, isn't it," Rory asked. "Not that creepy robot that was in your place."

"How can you tell," Jane asked.

"Your smile," Rory said. "You have a genuine smile, not a plastic one like your little friend has."

"Rory, I'm sorry," Jane apologized.

"I forgive you," Rory said. "I'm not so sure about the others."

"I'll just have to find a way to gain their trust again," Jane said.

"I'm sure they'll come around," Rory said with his trademark goofy smile on his face.

"Is it too much to ask for a hug," Jane asked.

"Bring it in," Rory said holding out his arms. Jane stood up and hugged him. Rory was always the one that she could trust even though he doubted her for a while too. He always managed to make you feel better about yourself. Jane eyes teared up as she continued to hug him for what seemed like hours. They broke apart as the teacher walked in.

The bell rang signaling the end of third period and the beginning of lunch. Jane was nervous. It must been pretty obvious because Rory grabbed her hand and dragged her to the cafeteria. They went through the lunch line like they had at the beginning of the year. This reminded of the good times she had with her new friends despite Catherine and James ruining her life. Luckily, she hadn't seen either of them since her project had threatened them. That was the only good thing that came with her project. Her project was stronger than her and it ran off the people that wanted to hate her. She felt like she didn't have to worry about them anymore. When they stepped out of the lunch line, she noticed that Ethan, Benny, and Sarah were already sitting at the table. Seeing them made her want to run, but Rory's tight grip on her hand was preventing that. He forced her to sit down much like he had at the beginning of the year. Everybody's eyes were on her.

"I am pleased to present the real Jane," Rory said motioning to her.

"The real Jane," Ethan asked.

"He means the one that's not a robot," Sarah explained. "Although I'm still not sure which one is which."

"I guess I deserved that," Jane said.

"You deserve more than that," Sarah said. "Your project's not coming back, is it?"

"No," Jane said. "I made it think it was, but I don't think it is. I'm sorry for all of the grief that my project caused all of you. I think it's gone defective."

"Really," Sarah asked sarcastically. "We never would have noticed."

"Just forgive and forget, Sarah," Rory said. "Chill out." Sarah looked at Rory and then back at Jane.

"It's going to take a while before I can trust you again," Sarah said. "But if there's anything you want to share with me, I'm all years."
"Even though I find you both crazy, I still like the real Jane better," Benny said. "If you could wear the outfit that your project wears, you will be okay with me." Sarah smacked him upside the head making Jane smile.

"I'm here for you too," Ethan said. "I just thought that I should speak up since everyone's saying heartfelt things."

"I will work hard to gain your trust, I promise," Jane said.

"Good," Sarah said smirking.

Suddenly, Jane's phone buzzed. She excused herself and stepped out of the cafeteria. It was an unknown number. Curiously, she answered it and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello," she said.

"Is your name Jane," a man asked.

"Yes," Jane said. "Who is this?"

"This is Doctor Johnson from Whitechapel Hospital," he replied.

"Is something wrong," Jane asked scared of his reply.

"I'm afraid it's about your parents," he said grimly. "There's been an accident."