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"Guys, we have to figure out who that girl was," said Robin, in the hallway with his friends.
"But how? We don't know her name or anything," asked Irma, tying her sneaker.
"Well, she was in that junkyard. Do you think she's homeless?" asked Taranee.
"I don't know. But maybe we should go there again today. I doubt she's going to be there, but we'll have to try," said Robin. Starfire, Victor, Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, and Hay Lin nodded firmly.
"What are we, Mystery Inc.? This isn't Scooby-Doo!" said Beast Boy, flailing his arms. The others looked at him strangely.
"She has powers, dummy," said Victor, playfully punching Beast Boy on the arm. "And dangerous ones too, but the looks of it."
"Hey! That hurt!" said Beast Boy, rubbing his arm. Cornelia rolled her eyes.
"Lets go. We need to get to history class before we get a detention," she said, grabbing her books from her locker and making her way down the hall. The others followed her example.
Class seemed to go on forever. Robin's mind kept drifting to the girl. Living with a detective and superhero had it's effects on Robin: He could never let something go; He always needed to figure the answer to the puzzle. Who was that girl? What powers did she hold? Why was she crying in the middle of the deserted junkyard?
After school, the nine eighth graders made their way outside. They were heading toward the junkyard. Beast Boy was complaining about a huge amount of homework he had to do, but the others ignored him. When they were a few blocks away from the old junkyard, a shadow passed by them.
"What was that?" asked Irma. The shadow reappeared in front of them. They could now see that the shadow was in the form of a raven. The raven transformed into the figure of a young girl - the girl at the junkyard!
"It's you!" Hay Lin cried out. The girl nodded glumly.
"I saw you at the junkyard. What were you doing there?" the girl asked.
"I'd like to ask you the same question," Robin said, his arms crossed. The girl glared at him for a moment, then softened. Her hood covered her face, so that no one could see her expression.
"I... uh... live there," said the girl, holding her cloak tightly to her. Cyborg raised his eyebrows.
"You live in the old, abandoned junkyard?" he asked. The girl gazed up at him.
"Yes. My name is Raven. I was left there by my father," Raven's throat made a strange sound. She swallowed.
"Your powers..."
"Yeah... I have powers. I'm a telepath," said Raven, avoiding everyone's eyes.
"Why are you telling us this?" asked Robin. Raven looked at him.
"Because I need your help," she answered.