Author's Disclaimer: I do not own Disney's Meet the Robinson.

A/N: Another very late update. I been busy with school and exams, but I least updated right? Yeah I know, I would throw something at me too for this. Anyways, enjoy the chapter. I hope it cools down that anger I caused over this.

Also thank you RemmyBlack, Lucky OCB, SayHeyAndYayLuvApplepie, FriendinMeFanficGirl, Romance and Musicals, PhantomPotterGirl, Shadowmaster2323 for reviewing chapter 5 and to all those who been reading this story.

Ch 6: Karma

"Francesca, it's time for school," Mrs. Framagucci called throughout the house.

Franny groaned in her bed. School already...

And her alarm didn't go off either.

She flipped over, the clock staring evilly in red at her—5:30 AM …

5:30 AM…

"MOM ITS 5:30, I STILL HAVE THIRTY MINUTES," Franny yelled out then shoving her face back into the pillows.

"You're riding the bus today, Francesca" her mother replied. "I was called in early for work, so be ready in ten minutes or you'll miss the bus."

Why universe? Just had to ruin the day so early…

"WAKEY WAKEY LITTLE SIS" Gaston exclaimed as he walked into her room followed by Art.

"The universe isn't going stay still for you Franny," Art added. So that's where the "blame the universe" term comes from.

Franny groaned, brothers, again universe why?

"Go away," Franny mumbled into the pillow.

Gaston grinned at Art. "Looks like little sis isn't awake yet."

"I said go away," Franny irritated replied while throwing a pillow at them.

"But the good news is that we know the cure to your troubles," Art replied.

"Ready sis," Gaston grinned at her. "Bro, would you like to do the honors?"

Art answered, "Yes sir, countdown initiated three."

"Leave me alone!"

Art continued, "Two."

"Uh oh sis, looks like someone is about to get 2 in 1 deal, awake and a shower," Gaston chuckled.

"What!" Franny stood up straight very quick, however…

Gaston and Art exclaimed together, "ONE!"

The two brothers threw a bucket full of cold water at Franny.

Curse you universe…

"GET OUT," Franny yelled, redden with anger.

"Jeez sis, thought you would like our present," Gaston replied with a smug, "Well then, see you on the bus, sis." He added as him and Art leave her room.

Franny still red, said to herself, "Already starting today with humiliation."

"Francesca, you can't be serious to bring your frogs on the bus."

"Mom, remember the competition," Franny answered holding a cardboard box of her frogs.

"I know about the project, but on the bus with other kids," her Mom inquired.

"Yea, with other students, is something wrong, Mom," Franny asked innocently, still slightly irritated thanks to her brothers.

Her Mom had the disappointing look again, and perhaps, embarrassment? "No, its fine Franny."

"Okay then, so do I have to ride bus," Franny asked trying to continue the conversation while they waited for the bus to get here.

Her mom sigh, "Yes, Francesca, I'm on call right now, and they needed an extra nurse. I'm really sorry that I'm unable to take you to school myself."

Franny looks out towards the bleak road, "Its fine Mom."

Mrs. Framagucci looked at her sadly, "I want you to have a good day today, okay Franny."

Franny rolled her eyes, "I'll try, but it's kind of hard when you have two annoying brothers dumping cold water in your bed."

"I meant at school, I already talked to them about that," she replied.

Franny saw the bus coming and said to her Mom, "It will be good when someone believes me, but until then."

"Francesca…"

"I'm still going to try hard to purse that dream," Franny said while looking her mother directly in the eyes. "I just wish someone would give me a chance."

"Franny, I just want what's best for you."

The bus pulled in front of the driveway.

"I'll see ya later, Mom," Franny said as she climbed up the steps. As she was going up the steps, Franny turn her attention towards the commotion going on in the back.

A red-haired freshman girl was talking to Art and Gaston. "That's your sister." Her brothers nodded.

"Omg, my little sister talks about her all the time," the girl said. Franny took a seat two rows in front of them.

Gaston asked her, "What's your little sister's name, Kayla?"

Kayla giggled, "Brandi."

Franny's eyes went wide. The bully causing Franny all the troubles happens to be the little sister of that freshman girl. Sadly, both of her brothers seem to be caught up in her charm.

"Maybe we can invite the two other to hang out," Kayla added. "She always talks about her frogs."

Art nodded lazily, "Yea that would be awesome."

No it wouldn't be, unless you wanted WWIII to happen…

Franny turn her attention away from the trio and out to window. Isn't this morning starting off well?

"Francesca Framagucci," Mrs. Gilbert called out across the class.

After arriving at school, Franny was working on her science fair project by writing a very eloquent yet boring and unsatisfying article about the nature of frogs. She was still going to present the frogs with their singing abilities, but this would be her cover-up.

Franny strolled up to the teacher's desk wearing an innocent look.

"Yes Mrs. Gilbert," Franny acknowledge her sweetly. If she didn't have to pretend, Franny would probably give her a piece of her mind.

"May I see your paper, Francesca," the nosy lady asked.

"Of course," Franny replied again with the sweetness.

Mrs. Gilbert's beady eyes narrowed across the paper. She glanced at each individual word taking notice that the word "singing" was not part of the article's context. The teacher looked back up with a sly smile.

"Now this is where your talents should be applied to. This is science. Facts back up with real proof," said Mrs. Gilbert.

Franny sigh.

Facts back up with real proof.

Frogs can sing. Fact.

Proof? No one believes in Franny so her "proof" is obscure, but not for long. When everybody hear her frog sing at the science fair, there's your proof.

"Thank you, Mrs. Gilbert," Franny replied curtly.

Mrs. Gilbert grinned, "Keep this up Francesca and you'll have a future."

Future

Franny heard this word last night with her mother.

"You need to stop being so stubborn, Franny, if not you may not have a future…"

No

Something inside Franny snapped.

The little girl made direct eye contact with her teacher and with all her power added to this single sentence; Franny told her, "I do have a future, but you Mrs. Gilbert will have no control for what it is; no one does, but only me."

The teacher was speechless.

Even the class was silent.

Franny smiled sweetly and headed back to her desk with confidence. She sat down and continued working on her "fake" project. The real one kept safely in her mind as well as in her cardboard box.

She even heard a soft ribbit from her star pupil, Frankie. Her frogs of course believe in her.

"Froggy Franny will have a future," Brandi yelled across the class breaking the silence. "A future at the crazy house."

However, no one laughed.

Brandi looked all around her. "Hey don't you guys agree. She's crazy."

Everyone was still stun at what Franny had said earlier. It wasn't just her in which their future felt control but others as well.

But, for today, Franny was their voice.

Mrs. Gilbert finally regain her voice, "No of course not. But we are here to aid you. Without us teachers, you have no future."

Franny argued back, "Yes some teachers, but not you."

Mrs. Gilbert's face redden, "Principal off…"

BOOM

There was a powerful explosion in the classroom across causing Mrs. Gilbert to fall off her feet and onto the back of her desk. Her head made a loud contact with the desk that could cause some amnesia for the next few hours.

The only people who were safe from this explosion were those sitting, including Franny.

But not Brandi, who happen to be yelling across the classroom earlier.

She fell onto her project, which was the Rome Coliseum made out of clay, and broke into many pieces.

A few seconds later, a teacher with glasses came running through the doors checking for any damage. "Is everyone okay," he asked.

He looked across the room, his eyes stopping at Mrs. Gilbert who was still conscious but groaning.

"Willerstein is that you," she asked.

"It's okay Sevestia, I called the paramedics already," he said.

Mrs. Gilbert dazed around the room, "What happen?"

"A student's project blew up," he replied with seriousness.

A few minutes later, a boy with blonde spiky hair, red glasses, and covered in smoke eyed the teacher on the floor. He looked scared.

Mr. Willerstein turned around acknowledging the boy. "It's okay Lewis you didn't kill anyone." Though the teacher was only trying to find humor in the situation, Lewis on the other hand shook his head. He look very disappointed in… himself? He ran out the door before anyone could say another word.

Franny saw his mood change and ran out the classroom as well.

"Wait, Lewis," Franny cried out.

But Franny was too late. The boy was already gone before she can tell him anything else.

Franny looked down in defeat. What she wanted to tell him was that, "you didn't mean for that to happen. You did everything you could have done, but in the end everything will work out fine."

Franny walked back to the classroom. She eyed the teacher who was being lifted by the EMTs and then to Brandi who was crying over her project.

Those who do good things, good things will happen.

But those who do bad things, bad things will happen ten times worst.

Hopefully, something good will happen to the boy, Franny thought.

A/N: Again, I'm really sorry for the very late update. I had so many things to do lately and I really don't have any time. I would like to say that there will be an update soon, but I really don't know. I also notice that the Meet the Robinsons fanfiction may also be dying. Not many people have either updated or wrote any stories. Maybe later it will pick up again.