Hello! Welcome to another new series! The entire series is going to be in Diana's POV. For those who are reading any of my stories for the first time, Diana is Wilbur's daughter who was born in "Hope." This series is based on the "High School Story" series in the game called "Choices," so if you've played it before, you know what this is about. But, I'm adding a "Meet the Robinsons" twist to it to include some bonding between Diana and her parents, as well as other members of the Robinson family. It will not be a crossover, however. With that said, I hope you will enjoy this first chapter: Diana's first day of high school. DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons" or "High School Story," I only own Karena, Diana, and Wesley.

August 18, 2059 – Westport, Connecticut, USA

I slowly woke up to my annoying alarm that was playing on my phone. I got out of bed and slowly walked to my phone on the bookshelf to turn it off. I stretched my arms and my back, and then I did some hamstring stretches, touching my toes that were on the ground.

"Diana! Time to get up!"

I looked to my right to see my little 10-year-old brother Wesley run into the room.

"Wesley!" I yelled back, annoyed that anyone was seeing me in only a white tank top and red shorts. "Get out of my room!"

"Okay, but Dad told me to wake you up because it's your first day of school."

"Okay, but newsflash: I'm already awake, and it's your first day of school, too. So, scram!"

I let out an annoyed sigh as Wesley walked out of the room and down the stairs. I grabbed a t-shirt and jeans and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I stared at my long, messy black hair in a bun. I made a disgusted sound as I took my hair out of the ponytail holder and brushed it. While I brushed my hair, I stared at my brown eyes and my clear skin… well, almost clear. The last three years, I had struggled with acne, and my mom had given me makeup for my 14th birthday, which helped coat the acne a lot. After I finished brushing my hair, I put on the makeup, which was simply foundation and a little bit of blush. I refused to wear eyeshadow because I liked my eyes the way they were. Once I was satisfied, I put on my blue jeans and the t-shirt my dad gave me: it was navy blue with a lightning bolt on it. It was his favorite shirt when he was my age up to when Wesley was born. The day he gave me his shirt was one of the best days of my life…

FLASHBACK: February 2, 2055

"I saved the best gift for last," Dad said as he gave me my last birthday present. I opened the gift to find a box.

"Daddy, it's a box," I said, not feeling very happy.

"Open the box," he replied with a raised eyebrow, and I did as he said. I gasped when I found his favorite t-shirt in the box.

"Daddy, why are you giving me your shirt?"

"Diana, you remind me of myself when I was your age," Dad explained. "Actually, you've always reminded me of me. Anyway, why not pass another part of me down to you?"

"Daddy, you should keep it. It's your shirt."

"Diana, listen." I watched as Dad walked to the couch and sat down next to me. I looked up at him with a fondness in my heart. "You are approaching the hardest years of your childhood. I wore this shirt because it gave me confidence that I was going to pass middle school and high school with flying colors. I always told myself that I would never fail, and I didn't. I want you to know that when things get tough, Diana Robinson never fails. If that doesn't work, then think of me, and keep moving forward. I love you, so much."

I couldn't help but give my dad a big hug.

"I love you too, Daddy."

END OF FLASHBACK

I got startled when I heard knocking on the door.

"Diana, are you in there?" Dad asked through the door as I caught my breath.

"Yes, Dad, I'm in here."

"Your breakfast is going to get cold. Please hurry."

I listened as my dad walked away, and I quickly put on my shirt and jeans. I hurriedly walked down the stairs and sat down at the table.

"Is everything alright, Diana?" Mom asked as she joined the three of us at the table.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered.

"I see you're wearing my shirt," Dad replied with a smirk.

"Because I want you with me on my first day of high school."

"Let me guess: you're nervous about your first day?" I shot up while chewing my omelet and quickly turned toward my mom.

"How did you know?"

"I was nervous on my first day of high school, and so was your father," Mom answered, taking a bite of her cereal, and I turned to my dad with surprise.

"You?" My dad chuckled.

"Yes, I was nervous on my first day of high school, too. It happens to everyone."

"I'm not!" Wesley said with a mouthful of eggs.

"Wesley, swallow before you talk, please," Mom told him.

"You're going in the fifth grade, silly," I told him as Dad gave me a stern look. "There's a big difference between fifth grade and being a freshman."

"What's a freshman?" Wesley asked after he swallowed his eggs.

"Diana's going in the ninth grade, Wes," Dad answered. "Speaking of which, Diana, why were you yelling at Wes earlier?"

"Dad, all I was wearing was a tank top and shorts and Wes just barged right in my room. It was embarrassing!"

"Wes, did you knock on the door before entering?" Dad asked my brother, and his eyes went wide open.

"Oops. No, Dad." Wes paused as he turned toward me. "What does embarrass mean?"

"Wesley." I turned toward him and let out a sigh. "You're a boy, and I'm a girl. Boys and girls are not supposed to see each other with just their underwear on."

"Kids, why are we talking about this at the table?" Mom asked, raising her eyebrow at both of us.

"I'm your brother, Diana!" Wes shouted. "And you were wearing a shirt and shorts!"

"Wesley Wilbur, do not shout at the table!" Mom sternly told him. "Now, kids—"

"It doesn't matter, Wesley!" I shouted back. "You don't just barge in like that!"

"KIDS!" We both turned toward our dad, who had an angry expression on his face. "That is enough! The kitchen table is not a place or time for this kind of argument. Wesley, you need to knock on the door before entering because it is polite. Diana, yelling at your brother is not the answer. You need to kindly ask your brother to leave. Do you both understand this?"

"Yes, Dad," we both answered at the same time.

"Very good."

"Let's finish our breakfast, alright?" Mom suggested. "I'd hate for you kids to be late on your first day."

"Karr, you're going to be late for your first day," Dad said. "It's 7:45 already."

"Shoot!" Mom exclaimed, getting out of her chair and running up the stairs.

"This is why we do not have arguments at the table," Dad told us quietly as he put a bite of his omelet in his mouth.

"Dad? If Mom's going to school, who's going to take me?" Wesley asked as Dad let out a sigh.

"I'll take you both. And I expect you two to not argue with each other in the car."

Dad and I approached Westport High School after we dropped Wesley off at his elementary school. I couldn't help but feel extremely down as my dad landed the car. Nikki and Samuel went to Staples High School, which is on the other side of town, and that got me extremely worried.

"Hey, princess, are you alright?"

"Mm?" I looked at my dad, who had worry in his brown eyes. "I don't know."

"We still have a few minutes before your first day begins," Dad said with a smile on his face. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"I'm just… worried. Worried that I won't make it through the day."

"Worried?" Dad asked, his smile turning into a frown. "Why?"

"What if what happened in junior high carried over to high school?" I asked, and my dad cupped my chin in his right hand, putting a smile on his face.

"I promise, Diana, that will not happen. My high school years were stressful, but it doesn't mean they won't be for you. You are going to have challenges, but you'll also have the time of your life in high school!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. Remember two things, Diana—"

"Diana Robinson never fails, and keep moving forward?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"Exactly. You got this!" Dad pulled me into a hug, and I hugged him back. "I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Dad."

I got out of the car and waved good-bye to my dad before he flew off, and I started walking toward the courtyard where a statue of the school mascot, the Trojan, stood proudly.

"Hi there!" I turned to see a brunette-haired girl with a camera. "I like your style!"

"Thanks!" I replied enthusiastically. "This was my dad's shirt."

"Your dad has good taste! May I get a picture of you in front of the statue!"

"Why not?" I answered, and I carried out a pose in front of the statue. I placed my left fist on my hip and let my right arm hang while bending my left knee.

"Perfect! I hope to see you around!"

I looked around with panic in my mind, but I remembered my dad's words.

Diana Robinson never fails. Keep moving forward.

"Are you alright?" I turned around to look at a girl who had long blonde hair and a kind smile on her face.

"I'm so sorry," I replied with a sheepish laugh. "It's my first day of high school and I have first day jitters."

"I know how that feels!" the girl replied. "I hyperventilated so much last year they made me go to the nurse's office. Do you need help getting to your homeroom?"

"That would be amazing!" I answered. "I'm Diana."

"Emma! Where is your homeroom at?"

"One twenty-three B, wherever that is."

"That's my homeroom, too! Let's go together!"

I walked next to Emma as we walked into the high school, and all of a sudden, life seemed to get better, for I was no longer alone. I followed her into a classroom, and there were four unoccupied chairs.

"Let's grab the ones in the back—" Emma started to say before I felt someone bumping into me. I turned to look at a boy who had brown hair and wore a green jacket.

"Excuse me, but that's my seat."

"Oh? Does it have your name on it?" I asked, and the boy pointed to the table, which had Michael etched into it. "Touché. Well, Emma, I guess we get the two in front."

"I can't sit there!" Emma exclaimed, pointing to a boy who had black hair and was chatting with a couple other boys.

"Ooh, you got a crush on him?" I asked, grinning at her.

"Is it obvious?" Emma replied, and I nodded my head. "But Caleb is out of my league. He's one of the stars of the football team. Please, Diana, sit between us."

I complied, and the boy turned around and smiled at me.

"Hi! You must be new. I'm Caleb."

"I'm Diana."

"You're kidding! That's my grandma's name!"

"I guess we're destined to be friends!" I replied enthusiastically.

"You can tell, huh?"

"Let's just say I have a sixth sense… an instinct."

"So tell me, Diana, do you think I'll be with my girlfriend forever?" Well, so much for that.

"Are you going on about her again?" We both turned around to see a redheaded boy. "She's all you talk about!"

"Brian, my friend, when you find someone like Zoe, you'll know what love is about," Caleb replied with a kind smile.

"That sounds like my parents, and they're boring," Brian retorted back before I made a noise, and he turned to look at me. "Trying to say something to me?"

"Nope. Staying out of it," I answered.

"Good. I like people who know how to stay quiet," Brian replied with a smile. "You're invited to my party tonight." Wait, what? "Leave your little sidekick at home though."

"Hey!"

"No, it's okay," Emma replied, and she looked like she was on the brink of tears. "Excuse me."

Emma got up to walk out of the classroom when our teacher walked in the room.

"Emma, in case you haven't noticed, class is about to start."

"I'm sorry, but I need to go to the bathroom."

I continued to look out the door when my teacher put a hall pass on my desk.

"I think someone should go after her," she said with a smile on her face.

"Are you sure?"

"It's the first day of school. It's never good for it to start like this. Just be quick about it, alright?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I grabbed the hall pass and went to the girls' bathroom where I found Emma crying.

"Hey."

"Diana!" Emma exclaimed, looking up. "What are you doing in here?"

"Hopefully cheering up my only friend in the school so far?"

"Thanks," Emma said, wiping her tears away. "You didn't have to do that though."

"You know, Emma, for a few minutes, I thought I was going to be the one in tears."

"Really? Why?"

"Middle school was tough for me. I was called the cheerleader with the acne. I was afraid high school would be the same."

"You don't look like you have acne," Emma said, complimenting me.

"Thanks! But I'm wearing makeup."

"Still, you're beautiful."

"And so are you! So what if you didn't get invited to Brian's party? You have me now. We will make high school work for both of us."

"I'm one of those girls who likes to doodle and write Caleb's name in my notebook," Emma explained while playing with her hair. "I don't belong to a party like that."

"Emma, you're letting your doubts take over. Sometimes you have to let them go and keep moving forward."

"You like Cornelius Robinson?" Emma asked and I laughed.

"I more than like Cornelius Robinson," I replied. "He's my grandpa!"

"What? I'm talking to Cornelius' granddaughter?" Emma asked, immediately putting a smile back on her face. "No way! Your grandpa is a genius!"

"Yes he is. Are you feeling any better, and not just because I told you I'm related to Cornelius Robinson?"

"Yes, I am. But why did you follow me here? You could have stayed in the classroom."

"You helped me when I needed a friend," I answered with a smile. "I wanted to return the favor."

"Diana, you are so sweet! Let's go back."

"I agree."

We walked back to the classroom where our teacher greeted us.