DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons" or "High School Story," I only own Diana and Karena.

I looked in the bathroom mirror reflecting on everything that had happened since the pep rally. Since then, everyone started to work as a team, putting others before themselves… well, at least they are trying to.

Quarterback tryouts had happened, but only three people had shown up. One had tried out with video game knowledge in the back of his mind. Another displayed terrific throwing ability, but as he was the student director of the band, he almost injured his hand, and he had withdrawn from the tryouts. The last one, who, to my surprise, was Koh, had joined the team as part of the defense. There was one student I was hoping would eventually try out to be the new quarterback: Michael. Despite what he thought about being part of the team, he also displayed amazing throwing technique. But how would I break through that tough shell of his?

Aiden had also worked hard to pick a song that the entire band could play together, but all of his time was spent on that, so I had to teach him that sometimes, we needed to take a break from stress to be at our best. We had ended up going to a roller-skating rink, which I had no idea still existed in this time period. I ended up learning how to roller-skate, which was one of the most fun things I had ever done.

Caleb had also invited me to a movie after he convinced me that he would only have fun if I went with him. We had both agreed that this wasn't a date since we had gone out with some friends as well. But I couldn't help but wonder if Caleb would give dating a second chance, but not with Zoe, who was very much into her new boyfriend who had transferred to her school. I had felt like I had known Caleb all my life, even though we've only known each other for one month. Then, I remembered how my dad had dated my mom when he was in high school, and they're still in love with each other after over 17 years of marriage.

"Diana! You need to eat your breakfast!" I heard my dad yell from downstairs, and I quickly brushed my hair and pulled it up in a ponytail. Today, I had decided to wear my dad's shirt and my favorite pair of jeans with my Skechers tennis shoes, and I hurriedly ran down the stairs.

"What were you thinking about upstairs?" Mom asked with a grin.

"Were you thinking about a boy?" Wesley asked, bearing that same grin.

"You two are horrible," I replied, taking a bite of my cereal. "I was thinking about you, Dad." I watched my dad's eyes widen at the mention of his 'name,' and he gave me a smile.

"Really? Well, you're wearing my shirt again, so you must have been thinking good things about me, I hope."

"I was thinking about how you and Mom dated when you were in high school. What was it like?"

"Why do you ask?" Mom asked.

"I'll explain after you give me your answer," I replied with a smirk.

"Well, my freshman year was actually stressful," Dad explained. "There was a girl at school who kept following both of us because she wanted to go out with me. Needless to say, I kept my promise with your mother and kept turning her down, which resulted in her almost killing both of us."

"Only because you turned her down?" I asked with a little shock in my voice.

"Yep. But on the days where no one wanted to hurt us and where there were no epidemics around, it was full of love and bliss." Dad paused to give me a smile. "Let me guess: there's a boy you like?"

"Maybe. But I don't know how to describe it."

"Diana, when I started liking your father, I had always thought of your father as a compassionate man," Mom explained. "I had this instinct that told me I was meant to be with him because of how he treated me. He had always shown respect and treated me like a person."

"But the other partner's feelings come to mind as well," Dad chimed in. "There were things I couldn't say to my parents - your grandparents, that I just told your mother… out of the blue. I had told your mother all of my secrets because I knew I could trust her. What is it you like about this boy?"

"He's so… genuine," I answered, not coming up with a word at first. "Whenever we hang out together, he tells me what is on his mind, even telling me how nice I look. Actually, he called me cute. I feel like I can tell him anything too."

"What's his name?" Mom asked.

"His name is Caleb."

"Wasn't he the one who brought you home when you went out to the movies?" Dad asked.

"Yep, he's the one. How did you know?"

"I was watching out the window. I'll have to meet him some time. But, first things first: I have to get you to school, and Mom needs to take Wesley."

Dad had dropped me off at school, and I walked into the courtyard to find a large group of students surrounding the Trojan statue. Something is not right here… I continued to walk toward the statue to find it vandalized! There was green spray paint all over the statue as well as some graffiti, saying that Staples rules and Westport sucks. I looked around to see the reactions of my classmates, and I locked eyes with Michael, who had his fists clenched.

"The nerve of some people," Michael said angrily.

"Whoever did this is gonna pay," I replied angrily. "This calls for revenge. Who would do something like this?"

"Who else? Staples! They signed their name! I say we teach them a lesson!" Michael paused as he gazed at the statue. "It's not fair."

"I've gotta say, you're the last person I'd expect to care," I observed. "As far as I can tell, you don't even like this school."

"That's… That's not the whole story." Michael's angry expression turned into a sad one. "The truth is, this place means something to me. Especially this statue."

"Easy there, Michael. It's just a statue."

"Just a statue? It's more than that! It's… Never mind. You wouldn't understand."

"Try me!" I replied angrily.

"You sure? It's not all sunshine and rainbows. Although… I don't know. You might be the first person I've met to actually get it."

"Michael, now's not a good time," I replied, remembering what my dad said about everyone fighting their own battles.

"Should've figured," Michael said, kneeling down. I noticed a plaque where it was graffitied over, and I read it:

This school began as a bunch of empty plots of land and a promise to be open to everyone. A promise that ensured no matter who you were or what you liked, you'd always be included. And together, we can accomplish anything. -Betty Ashburn.

"It's a nice quote," I said, reminding me of my dad's hometown in Todayland, North Montana. "What's it mean?"

"It doesn't matter anymore," Michael sadly answered. "We need to show Staples we won't be bullied."

"I promise, this is the last time I'll ever bring it up… We could show Staples, if you led the football team as quarterback."

"Diana, I'm worried I'll turn into someone I'm not… but maybe it doesn't have to be that way." I watched as Michael looked back and forth between me and the Trojan statue. "Why me?"

"Because I believe in you," I answered with a smile.

"Come on. You're Diana Robinson, Cornelius's granddaughter. I've got faith you don't need me."

"But I want you around. I trust you to help the team beat Staples."

"You shouldn't. I'm no good."

"And I say different," I said with optimism. "I believe in you, Michael. So will you do it… for me?" I watched Michael turn toward the statue one more time before facing me with a smile.

"I'll do it."

"Staples won't know what hit 'em!"

After school, I went to the football field to watch the team practice, and, with the addition of Michael, things were looking up in the right direction.

"Cute. You actually think you have a shot."

I turned around to see Brian, Zoe, and two other students whom I have never seen before.

"What are you doing here, Brian?" I asked angrily. "Go home."

"Come to gloat at your artwork?" Michael asked with anger.

"Ha! That old statue back there? We didn't have to lift a finger this time!" Brian answered with a grim smile on his face.

"But give a big thanks to whoever decided to give him a makeover," Zoe said. "The green paint really brings out the desperation."

"Wait a minute… you say you didn't do it?" I asked, but I was not convinced. "Please."

"It must have been someone else from Staples!" Emma suggested.

"Bzzt! Wrong," said the student from Staples, a boy, with blonde hair. "Try again."

"At least Staples students don't deface their own school," said the other student, a girl, with dark brown hair.

"Are you telling me that someone from our school did this?!" I asked with anger in my voice.

"Ding, ding, ding!" the boy exclaimed. "We have a winner!"

"Maybe they're teaching you something after all at this school," Brian said with his arms crossed.

"Good luck figuring out who it was," Zoe said with a smirk. "You're gonna need it."

"Let's split up. We'll cover more ground that way."

Maria had come to me and asked me to investigate the vandalism with her, and I immediately consented. I had also asked Michael to come along since he is passionate about the investigation. Our first place to search was the courtyard where the vandalism happened. Remember everything that my dad had told me about being a special agent, I searched in the unlikeliest place: the trash can, where I found a can of green spray paint. Knowing that this kind of paint was not allowed on school property, this became a clue.

"Seriously? They just threw the evidence away?" Michael asked in annoyance. "Who did this?"

"I'm pretty sure Morgan used this to decorate the homecoming banners," I answered.

"She will not ruin my dance," Maria replied. Her dance? "Let's find her."

"In a minute. We need to make sure there's nothing else around." Then I spotted a notepad under one of the tables, and it was missing a page.

"Uh, Diana, we're at a school," Maria replied. "Everyone has a notepad."

"In the 2010s, maybe," I retorted back. "This is 2059. We're all using iPads to take notes. Our culprit decided to be old-fashioned about this."

"Speak for yourself," Michael replied.

"You use an iPad too, Michael," Maria retorted.

"But I don't take notes."

"What a shocker."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted the two and found a piece of paper on the ground. "Maybe this is the missing page!"

"It's ripped in half," Maria said. "What does our half say?"

"M… Don't forget… deal. Paint… or else… gets it." I read, and then I got worried. "Or else who gets it? And who's 'M'?"

"I can't find the other half," Maria said, taking another look around the courtyard.

"Well, come on. Let's talk to Morgan," I suggested, and we went to our third period classes until we were able to talk to her during lunch.

"Stop right there, Morgan!" Maria yelled.

"You've been caught red-handed!" I exclaimed, pointing to her green hands.

"It wasn't me!" Morgan exclaimed in shock. "I just happen to use the same kind of paint."

"We'll need more proof than that," Maria replied.

"I know my rights. Innocent until proven guilty! Besides, Troy has amateur written all over him. A real graffiti artist would never write something as unoriginal as 'Westport sucks.' You believe me, right, Michael?"

"Everyone's a suspect, Morgan. Even you."

"Look, we just want to get to the bottom of this," I explained. "Do you have an alibi for last night?"

"Yeah. This!" Morgan took out a can of the same spray paint that I found.

"She could just have two cans of it," Maria speculated.

"Still don't believe me?" Morgan asked. "Fine. I'll show you my work. It's just down the street."

"Now? But we can't leave campus during school hours!"

"It's now or never. Take your pick."

"Okay, but only because it's for the greater good."

We followed Morgan down to the park where we found her initials on the sidewalks.

"This is what I've been working on," Morgan explained.

"Those are your initials," I observed.

"See? Like I said, I happened to use the same paint as the culprit. That doesn't make me guilty. Besides, I don't give a crap about school rivalry, and whoever did this obviously has ties to Staples."

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," I replied.

"So if you didn't paint Troy, who did?" Maria asked.

"Mia, obviously," Morgan answered.

"Cheer princess?" Michael asked. "Yeah, I can see it."

"I can't!" I exclaimed in shock. "It doesn't seem like something she'd do!"

"Come on, who else has ties to Staples like her?" Morgan explained. "She used to go there, her brother's captain of the football team, and her dad is the principal!"

"Wait a minute… she goes to Westport High but her family is loyal to Staples? Why?"

"It was this huge thing when she transferred," Morgan explained again. "Her family was a bit controlling and transferring was her chance to take matters in her own hands. You could say her dad and her brother, Max, weren't too happy about it. But she still could've reverted to the dark side!"

"Mia has too many connections to ignore," Maria concluded. "We should at least check her out."

And we waited until sixth period to talk to Mia in the gym, where I saw her still on crutches.

"What do you want?" Mia asked with a glint of hopelessness in her eyes.

"We need to get to the bottom of this," Maria answered. "Why'd you mess with Troy?"

"Me? You seriously think I did it?" I watched Mia's expression, and it was full of shock.

"I don't think. I know."

"Judging by the evidence… I have my doubts," I concluded. "I just don't see you betraying Westport High. I can see how much you care about being here."

"Seriously, Diana?" Maria asked, giving me a glare. "Way to back me up."

"Diana's right," Mia spoke up. "I love this school. I left everything behind, despite my family's objections to come here. I'd never do anything to hurt it! Not to mention I'm injured, remember? There's no way on earth I'd be able to hobble around and spray paint Troy."

"Yeah, that'd be kind of hard," I replied.

"Back to square one," Maria said. "We're no closer to finding out who did this than when we started!"

It was long after school when Wes had told us to 'look at Luis,' whatever that meant. So the three of us went to the computer lab where he was playing some sort of game on the computer.

"Enemies inbound on the western tower," Luis shouted. "Someone cover me! I'm going in."

"Hey, Luis, we need to talk—"

"No can do. They're flanking us! Minions on your six."

"You're playing games at a time like this?" Michael yelled angrily.

"It's not just a game," Luis yelled back. "We're taking on the Rampage Warriors."

"That's it," Maria said, blocking Luis' monitor.

"Maria, move! We're about to win."

"I don't care. It's been a long day, and I'm going to get to the bottom of this now! That means talking to you."

I pulled Maria back and told her to let him finish.

"Thanks, Diana. Let me just kill these enemies. And KA-POW! Match over, Trojans win!"

"Now that that's finished, we need to talk," I told him.

"You've got my full attention," Luis replied with a smile. "What's up?"

"Did you spray paint Troy?" Maria asked.

"You think I did that?"

"Wes said to look for you," I explained.

"It couldn't have been me. I was playing Legends of ClanCraft with Nishan and Sakura all night. We're gearing up for ClanRumble in a few months, so it's been nonstop practice. Look at the logs if you don't believe me. I'm telling the truth!"

"What did Wes mean by 'look at Luis' then?" I asked with worry.

"Maybe it's someone who's connected to him?" Maria suggested.

"I know! It's gotta be Myra! That's gotta be what Wes meant! She's your best friend after all, and her name begins with 'M'."

"It all makes sense!" Maria exclaimed.

"Now that you mention it, she was supposed to be a part of last night's raid," Luis explained sadly. "But she never got online. She wasn't answering my texts or anything."

"About time we found our culprit," Michael chimed in.

"Let's go talk to her," I suggested. "Last I saw, she was in the band room."

We walked to the band room where we found Myra practicing on her trombone. She stopped playing right when she saw us and looked down.

"You know it was me," Myra said sadly.

"Unfortunately. All the clues led us here," I explained.

"Let me explain," Myra replied, handing me the other half of the note.

"It's a match: Myra. Don't forget our deal. Paint Troy or else Luis gets it. Who wrote this?"

"Brian and his Staples friends. They cornered me after school earlier this week and told me they'd hurt Luis if I didn't listen! Then that and the spray paint can showed up in my bag yesterday. And… So I… I'm so so sooo sorry!" Myra started to break down into tears. "You have to believe me, I didn't want to do it. But I couldn't let Brian do anything to Luis."

"Why am I not surprised this is Brian's fault?" Michael asked in annoyance.

"Hm, I don't know." Maria said with a little sarcasm. "Because he goes to Staples?"

"I know what I did was wrong," Myra continued. "But if Luis got hurt… I couldn't handle knowing I was the reason behind his pain. He's my… He's my best friend. But now the entire school's mad over the statue. I don't think I could take it if everyone knew it was me."

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you listened to Brian!" Maria exclaimed furiously.

"What would you have done in my shoes? It was a lose-lose situation. I'm begging you, don't tell anyone else I did it. I can't bear to see the look on Luis' face if he finds out it was me."

"I'm sorry, but we have to report this to Principal Hughs," Maria replied. "Everyone has to face the consequences of their actions."

"Can't you just let it slide this one time?"

"You don't get it, Myra," Michael chimed in. "There's a lot more about that statue than meets the eye. Someone has to pay for it."

"I know, but it all leads back to Brian!" I felt Myra grab my arm. "Please, Diana, I'm begging you."

"Myra, we have to turn you in," I replied with sadness. "I'm sorry. Everyone's gotta own up to their actions."

Thankfully, the only punishment that Myra earned was cleaning off the statue and participating in the homecoming committee. My friends and I did a little prank that made some of the students at Staples angry a few days later, and then I went home to relax and do homework, where I was practicing foiling for algebra. Then, I heard the doorbell ring, I heard footsteps going up the stairs, and I heard knocking on my door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Dad." And then he opened the door with a smile on his face. "Hey, princess. Someone is at the door wanting to talk to you about something important. Something about homecoming?"

"Ah, it must be Maria!" I exclaimed happily as I got up and walked down the stairs. But, when I opened the door, I found a path of rose petals and candles leading away from the house.

"Oh!" I exclaimed out loud, and then I chuckled. "Well, what is this?" I found a note on the ground: Diana, take a walk with me? Smiling, I followed the path of rose petals and candles off the porch, to the end of the driveway… where I found Caleb in the middle of a heart made with candles, and he held a lantern in his hand with a candle in it!

"Is there a reason for this walk?" I asked with a bigger smile.

"There is," Caleb replied, and he pulled a bouquet of white roses from behind his back.

"White roses?" I gasped as I took them. "These are my favorite! How did you know? Wait, never mind. What is all of this?"

"You've been on my mind a lot lately, so I had to ask…" Caleb took my free hand and gazed down at me with a smile on his face. "Will you go to homecoming with me?"

I let out a big gasp, but I quickly turned it into a smile and laughed.

"Oh my gosh, yes! I'd love to go with you!"

"That's… that's…" Caleb started to say, but then he set the lantern down and swept me off my feet. We both laughed merrily as we twirled around.

"You know, I thought I would have to ask you!" I exclaimed, still laughing. "Because I have a confession to make. I like you, Caleb. As in, I have feelings for you."

"Diana, you don't know how long I've waited for this," Caleb replied, still smiling. "I've liked you for a while. I just couldn't do anything about it."

"So, what are you going to do now?" I asked as Caleb leaned in close to my lips. I followed suit and leaned in toward him when suddenly… I heard the door open, and out came my parents. We pulled away and turned towards them.

"So you're Caleb?" Dad asked with a smile on his face, and Caleb nodded. "Diana's told us about you. Did she say yes?"

"She did," Caleb replied. "I'm taking Diana to homecoming! That is, if it's okay with you both?"

"You have my blessing," Dad said. "But don't let her down, alright? She's a princess." I blushed at the nickname my dad had called me ever since I was a baby.

"I'll try not to, sir."

"Wilbur, please," Dad replied. "We're on a first name basis here to make you feel like you're part of the family." He paused as he turned toward me. "Come on, Diana, let's go back inside so that we can go to sleep." I watched my parents walk back into the house before turning back to Caleb and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you on Monday," I told him.

"Good night, Diana," Caleb replied as we went our separate ways.