Ashley pulled over her head her favorite dark purple hoodie over her head. At last she was ready for the day while her brother Bruce was still sleeping. She sighed as she was starting her sophomore year, it felt like forever. She had several friends, like the former numbuh 100, and some others. She even had a boyfriend, David, her long time friend.

Long time didn't really cut it. She felt like she was frozen as a 10 year old forever or something.

"Morning," said Bruce getting reaching her door. His toothbrush was hanging from his mouth and dragging his backpack in his right hand. He walked into the bathroom ready to start his day in a tired state.

Though not remembering anything, she thought her life was back on track. She had a pesky little brother, albeit by a year, and a loving set of parents. Her parents, Hannah and Neville, however, didn't seem to be too thrilled that there child were back to there fighting nature. Unlike most teenagers, Bruce and Ashley did listen to them, a strange little quirk indeed.

In fact both parents thought it was a miracle that Bruce was brushing his teeth. Ashley on the other hand only looked at her parents strangely when they mentioned anything in that nature. She thought they were pretty normal.

"Ready to catch the bus Bruce?" she asked as he passed by her. Both saw the bus coming and raced toward it.

Ogie stood outside waiting for the bus in her favorite dark red sweater dress. She was still fuming from the fight with her mother this morning, as she had yet another detention. It wasn't her fault that she got in trouble, really! Some kids just thought it was fun to pick on the "fat" girl. Ogie wasn't that chubby little girl she used to be at all. In fact as puberty went she lost most of it.

Sure she was about 20 pounds over the limit but she wasn't huge compared to some people she knew. Her boyfriend Lenny loved her for who she was and not her appearance. Ogie turned and looked around for the bus before noticing somebody catch her eye. It was Lenny with a football helmet in his right arm? That must have meant...

"You made the team!" she cried running to his arms. He hugged her like that and waited for the bus to come like that. A couple kids snickered when they saw that but didn't say anything that much mean that there relationship was now official.

Middle school was going to be a breeze.

David was already at the local high school attending to the orchestra pit. He had been banished there by Cree Lincoln and her goofy friends, but only after seeing a look of fear in there eyes. Sometimes he wondered if it was him that they were afraid of, but why? He was just a middle class kid with loving parents and a love for playing the cello.

"I wonder when Ashley is going to get here," he wondered aloud. Of course nobody was going to hear him; he was alone in the orchestra pit.

Instead of practicing like he should, he found himself wandering around the auditorium. Paint was pealing from the walls, the red seats starting to fade, and the seat on the right corner squeaked. The cello wasn't his calling but he defiantly decided that it was a well deserved hobby. The auditorium started to speak to him as he passed each row neatly labeled A to Z.

Whatever his past may have been; a bully, a nerd, all he needed to know was his future.

"Rachel come on," cried out Harvey sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Rachel, up in her room, only pulled her favorite zip up orange hoodie over her body. Sometimes she wished that Harvey would grow up, or at least be less irritating. She grabbed her teal planner and then her denim messenger back. Rachel hesitated when she saw her diary sticking out from under her pillow.

Should she bring it? Rachel usually used left it at home but she felt the tug to bring it with her. Reading through it seemed like a fantastic story to be written. Kids teaming up and defeating adults. A love interest and everything else? What else could make the story better? Oh yes, she knew exactly what could make it better, if it was real.

Sighing she looked around her room as it was still a mess. Rachel promised to pick up her clothes later but after homework of course. Middle school was a promising new start.

So this chapter kind of summed up what happened to sector z and Rachel after that fateful day. And a huge apology for not writing this/posting this the other day. I've been busy studying for my college placement tests and then I have to have my knee drained. Wish me luck! Oh and when I have time I will be posting a "future kids'' story. There is a poll in my profile to see which one I will write!