Mohinder Suresh was worried. His father had been unusually preoccupied recently, and on Saturday Mohinder had come back from the library to find that someone had broken into their flat, rifled through his father's belongings, and stolen a very important document.

Professor Suresh had spent the rest of the weekend restoring order to his study, and worrying about who might have stolen the document. Mohinder thought there might be something strange going on – when he asked his father what the stolen document was, he had quickly changed the subject.

Sitting in his compulsory English Lit class (he would rather be in a science class), Mohinder explained what had happened to Eden – who he shared a table with – via a piece of notebook paper passed between them when the teacher Mr Rains wasn't looking.

I just don't know what to do. Father is frantic, whatever was stolen was really important to him.

Did he call the police?

Yeah, but they said they probably can't do anything. Whoever it was left no fingerprints, and they were able to get in without breaking down the door, so it didn't even look like a break-in from outside.

Oh. I'm sure something will turn up. How important can one piece of paper be, anyway?

Father seems to think it's important. When he was talking to the cops, he mentioned a list.

A list of what?

No idea. But he told the cops that "they" needed to be warned. That whoever broke in must have taken the list to get to the people on it.

Doesn't your dad have another copy?

Yeah. He tried to convince the cops to find the people on the list and protect them, but they just ignored him. They think he's crazy, just like the people at the university did.

As Mohinder tried to slide the sheet of paper with the latest addition over to Eden, Mr Rains looked at him. "What is that, Mr Suresh?"

"Uh… nothing."

The teacher walked over to their table, seeing the sheet of paper that Mohinder had tried to hide under his notebook. "Passing notes, are we? Was it at least something to do with the work? Maybe extra commentary on Pride and Prejudice that you were desperate to share with Miss McCain?" He glanced at the piece of paper. "Ah, no. Detention, Mr. Suresh. See me at the end of class."

As Mr Rains started talking to the class again, Eden looked over at Mohinder, giving him a sympathetic smile.

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Meanwhile, Isaac was sitting in a Spanish class. He was good at Spanish, so he wasn't really concentrating, and was doodling in the margins of his notebook. He almost made it through the class without the teacher realising that he wasn't paying attention, and when the bell went he looked down at his book, seeing what he had drawn.

What he had drawn, covering most of the page, was what seemed to be a girl in a cheerleader's outfit climbing through the open window of a classroom, and being helped by a dark-haired boy on the other side. He frowned, and put his books away before starting to leave. Before he could get out of the classroom, though, the teacher called him back. "Isaac?"

"Uh, yes, miss?"

"I know you're very good at Spanish, Isaac, but do try to pay attention in class. This is the third time in two weeks I've noticed you drawing rather than listening to the lesson."

"Oh."

"I'm going to have to give you detention for this, but try to pay attention in future, ok?"

"I'll try."

"Great. Detention is after school, in room 21B."

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Claire Bennet had mixed feelings about her new school. Because her father was the principal, some of her teachers treated her differently to the other students – a fact that Claire hated. Other things about high school were okay, though. Her best friends from middle school – Zach and Charlie – were there with her, and she had met some new people who were very nice too.

Especially Peter.

Peter had been the first new person she met in high school – he was in the same homeroom class, and they got on really well, even if she spent most of her time with the other cheerleaders, rather than the group he hung around with. They talked a lot, whenever they had the chance, and would text each other when they weren't together.

So when she was supposed to be paying attention in History class, she was actually texting Peter to ask what he was doing after school. Charlie, who sat next to her, glanced over at her and rolled her eyes briefly, then went back to poring over her textbook.

Unfortunately for Claire, she had forgotten to put her phone into Silent mode – so when Peter replied to her text, the "beep" of the message alert was heard by the whole class. Including the teacher.

"Whose phone was that?"

Claire sheepishly raised her hand. "It was me… sorry, I forgot to put my phone on silent."

"Miss Bennet, you shouldn't have been using your phone at all. Just because your father runs this school, that does not mean you have the right to do whatever you want."

"Sorry."

"I'm going to have to put you in detention after school today."

"But… I have cheerleading practice today…"
"You should have thought of that earlier. Detention, tonight, Miss Bennet."

Claire sighed, and turned her phone off before putting it away in her bag. She whispered to Charlie. "I guess I didn't need to wear my cheerleading outfit today then."