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All doubting thoughts of Leah's now halted. The Virgil Hawkins and Richie Foley were walking only about a block away from her.

Leah had planned for this, though. As the boys disappeared behind the walls of Dakota Union High, Leah kicked up her speed. So she wasn't totally positive what her plan was, but it was a plan nonetheless.

She jogged down that hallway until she came to another intersection. She practically sprinted down the 700s hallway as if she were to ram into the wall that was nearing in front of her. The spectacled teen looked pretty funny, with those jean-wearing legs flashing together, carrying the weight of a blonde girl in addition to a couple notebooks, a pencil case, and a schedule on top. She didn't care how silly she looked, she was intended on completing her crazy mission.

She kept running down the hallway, though slowed a bit from exhaustion, until her little trip suddenly cut short when she bumped into a familiar blonde boy walking in the intersecting hallway. Though the boy with a blue-striped jacked didn't fall, Leah did. The collision resulted in her dropping all of her books. The mocha boy who was walking with his blonde friend tried his best to stifle his laughter, but the other was more concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked Leah, helping her by picking up her books. His friend decided to help a bit, too, and picked up her schedule.

The boy with the dread locks stayed standing while his friend and Leah were on their knees picking up her books. Nobody made any eye-contact. "Fine," she answered, while searching impatiently around the school flooring. After both notebooks had been dumped into Leah's arms, she reached for her pencil case. The boy reached for it too. The two looked at their touching hands first before finally looking at one another eye to eye. The boy gently lifted his hand so Leah could retrieve her pencil case. They were still gazing at each other as they arose.

"Hi," said the boy. He noticed her deep blue eyes practically matched his.

"Hi," she replied, keeping eye contact and brushing the blonde hair behind her ear with her left arm while holding her books with her right. They didn't know how long they were gazing at each other until the African American boy broke their trance.

"…Leah Ellis," he read her schedule aloud. The two looked at the breaker of silence.

"Uh, yea… That's me."

It was time the boy introduced himself as well. "Well, I'm Richie Foley… And that's Virgil… Hawkins."

Virgil would have looked up but he was too absorbed in snooping through Leah's schedule. "Says here you have Homeroom 803."

"Uh, yea. Can't find it, though."

"That's our homeroom! Why don't you follow us," offered Richie.

"Uh, sure," Leah said softly, still amazed Dakota's favorite superheroes were helping her to class.

Making sure she had a good hold on her books, she walked to the right of Richie, making sure she didn't lose sight of the two guys she was walking with. Leah tried her best to hold back her fan-girl excitement. All she wanted to do was shout, DO YOU GUYS EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!?!? YOU'RE THE BEST SUPERHEROES EVER!!! I'M LIKE YOU BIGGEST FAN!!! but she kept all thoughts to herself.

Deep in her thoughts, she forgot to pay attention again, and didn't notice the two turn the corner until Richie told her. "Leah, this way."

She halted, and backed up until she was in complete view of the hallway the other two turned into. She followed them into the nearest door that was there, all the while she was thinking, "Oh. My. God! Richie Foley knows my name!!! Wait, of course he knows my name, Virgil told him. Oh my god, Virgil and Richie are real! This is so not happening!!!" In a daze, she took her seat at their table, closest to the door. Her homeroom teacher was black and old, and definitely noticed she came in. Though they had never met before, she was pretty sure her name was Mrs. Coleman. Mrs. Coleman looked like she was trying to figure out who she was, then looked down on her desk at the attendance sheet.

"Ah, Miss Ellis, I assume?"

"Uh, yep," she replied, still quietly not wanting to arouse too much attention to herself. Really she just wanted to spend homeroom deep in her thoughts.

"Do I even accept the fact everything I've watched is real? Or is this fake?" She pinched herself, "No, definitely not fake. Then again, pinching doesn't really wake people from dreams if this is one. Nah, I doubt it." She took a better look around the room, "Wow, this looks just like it does in the series." She looked at Richie, "Richie is still wearing his season four jacket, blue jacket and all." Then Virgil, "And he's wearing his season four shirt, too! Wow that yellow shirt is almost too bright. And with those white pants? Hmm, no wonder their so unpopular." To this, she giggled to herself.

"Wait a second, if it's all real, then how do I know about it? Wouldn't I be, like, invading their personal lives? No, the writer of the Static Shock series would be. So," she concluded, "Dwayne McDuffie is a stalker."

Hoped you enjoyed this! Sorry for the late update, it took me a while to finally get off my lazy butt and actually write this ^.^

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