Sorry I haven't updated in a while, guys. My birthday was Wednesday and my party was Saturday. On Sunday I had a People To People meeting, and then I had homework to do. So hopefully I'll have updated most-if not all-my stories by Tuesday. Again, sorry for the long wait.
You guys will never guess what happened! I won SECOND PLACE in the county Social Studies Fair on that model of the Tower of London!
Disclaimer: Ya know, if you happen to own Teen Titans, it's not too late to give me a birthday present. In other words, no I do not yet own Teen Titans. –Hint, hint-
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Not the Sharpest Tool in the Tool Box
Victor was a genuinely good kid. Despite the fact that he was a teenage boy, he wasn't out to pick on freshman or start a band of drug-selling, mentally ill idiots. It's not like he had the choice, though. If your parents were former crime fighters, would you be looking for trouble? Didn't think so.
On the occasional days where he would talk to someone who was not also a second generation Teen Titan, it would usually end up with whoever he was talking to realizing that where Jake, Mar'i, and/or Lian had triumphed, he had failed miserably. It didn't help that his father was a walking supercomputer, either. Or that his mother had the ability to shrink. He was just...a normal human being. He suspected that he was adopted, even though he had already found his birth certificate and it had been proved that he hadn't. Then one day, it happened.
The class: advanced diversified technology. The assignment: build an advanced model rocket. The timer: 45 minutes. To most that was impossible, but to Victor, that was 1rst grade. In fact, Victor had just begun his project, when he heard an explosion nearby. He ran to see what had happened, when Jake came into view. There was a bountiful amount of debris all over the classroom. He just had to look at Jake and the rocket-or at least was at one time-to know what had happened.
After he had correctly connected all of the wires, Victor explained to Jake what he did wrong and how he fixed the problem. If the dumbfounded look on Jake's face wasn't enough to boost his confidence, what Jake said afterwards was:
"God, Victor! Sometimes you make me feel so stupid!"
Second Prize
Some people worked their entire lives, and got a participation sticker for their efforts. Some didn't even get that. For some, 18th, or maybe even 20th, place was like a faraway dream, and if they even got past the first round, it would be a miracle. For those people, 2nd place was like going to heaven. But for Victor Stone (Cyborg), 2nd place just wasn't good enough. He knew fully well that the T-car should win 1rst place in the world-wide car contest.
He was sure that the judges had been bribed. There was no way his baby was second in line. He didn't care how, but he was going to get revenge. He couldn't live with himself if he lost to some second-rate piece of garbage that wasn't nearly as amazing as the T-car.
Now if only he knew who the first place winner was.
Balanced Out
She balanced shopping, cooking, cleaning, taking care of a teenage son, and saving the world. But that was Karen Stone, formerly Beecher, for ya. If you needed a miracle, she could usually fit that in somewhere in between her 'appointments.' Unlike Kori, she didn't put up with crap, and unlike Raven, she was generally fun-loving and someone people don't fear being around. But she had her weak points, too.
Like the fact that she knew absolutely nothing about technology, but was married to a guy whose body was half metal and had a son who could build a submarine in ten minutes if asked to.
That and she wasn't much a people person, either. Just like Raven and Kori, you wouldn't want to get on her bad side.
In other words, you're fine as long as your name isn't Roy Harper.
