Author's note: Okay, here goes another try at this, I'm gonna try really hard to work some history and other information into the chapters, let me know if this is helpful… please?
Disclaimer: I don't own Jubilee or Tabitha, my room would be a disaster area if I did, and my candy supply would be non-existant
"Megan, we're going to be late!" Jubilee yelled as Mercy ran up and down the hallway, zooming in between all the other students. Not for the first time, Jubilee wondered in Mercy was faster than Pietro.
"But…" Megan stuttered trying to catch the attention of some boys across thee hallway. Jubilee shook her head and grabbed Megan by the arm pulling her towards the classroom. Mercy immediately ran into the classroom and slid into a seat nowhere near Jubilee and Megan.
"Figures," Jubilee muttered to Megan as Tabitha Smith darted into the classroom and bounced into the seat behind Megan.
"Hey, Jubes, who's the newb?
"This is Megan. She's one of the Thorne Academy girls I was telling you about on the phone last night."
"Hi Meggie, I'm Tabitha Smith. Oh, I love you hair!" Tabitha exclaimed toying with Megan's knee length red hair.
"Yours is cute too," Megan said turning around and studying Tabitha until the teacher came in and started talking about the home work, which neither Tabitha or Jubilee had done the night before.
Mercy rolled her eyes as she watched Jubilee, Megan, and the new blond girl giggle about something. Americans are so weird, she thought to herself remembering how back in Romania her mother and grandmother had schooled her with the rest of the children. Mercy tried to pay attention to the teacher but was bored in a few seconds. Her attention span was pretty short. Ms. Thorne thought it might have had something to do with her super speed, but nobody had been able to prove it yet. "Looks like Megan's having fun," she whispered to her vest pocket where her pet squirrel Neramani slept. Nobody knew she'd managed to save him from the fire that had destroyed the school, but he was her best friend. He didn't judge her bad English and misunderstanding of the American culture. Leaning back in her seat, Mercy let herself get lost in her daydreams for the rest of class.