Another two months went by in a snap. Morgan hardly got to see her dad, until he came home. But then, he always looked exhausted. And Morgan realized that she'd feel guilty if she asked him to tuck her in at night.

Her suspension had also been lifted, to her dreadful fear. Now she'd have to face them all again. Especially Alejandro. And there was no way he'd let her get away with what she'd done. The rest of the year would be her heck on Earth.

Dad wasn't even up to make her breakfast. She missed having real breakfasts with him. She'd gotten used to not leaving the moment she was done with her food. And he seemed to enjoy it as well.

She gasped as she saw the bus come round the bend. She ran out as far as she could. The doors slid open and she slipped swiftly inside.

Seeing her, they all began laughing. "Why are they all laughing at me?"

It took her a moment to sink in. And when it finally did, she felt naked- like there was no one that couldn't see her.

She was still wearing PJ'S.

Morgan sat alone, at the back of the bus. She was slouched down in the seat, head down, hoping that no one could see her.

That ship already sailed, but it got even worse when Alejandro entered the scene. He singled her out immediately.

He simply smirked and sat in the seat across from her, much to both Morgan and his fan girls' dismay.

"Oh, come on!" She mentally put a curse on his head. Nothing happened. She sighed. "It worked for Maleficent, and she didn't even have good intentions!" (No, not the new Maleficent. The old one from Sleeping Beauty.)

But then, she realized, neither did she.

"Just go die in a hole already!" She snapped at him.

He assumed a mocking pained expression. "Oh, I'm hurt, Chica, that you'd say such a thing, a LADY such as yourself."

She frowned. "I don't know about lady, but I know that, if you ever say something about my mother or father again, I'll throw a whole lot more than a shoe at you," she hissed her warning.

Certain OTHER evesdroppers (** Fangirls **) stared in shock at her threat. Alejandro himself didn't even flinch. Instead, he settled for a vicious smirk. "I look forward to it, Chica."

They continued to stare fire at each other. Nothing would stop them now. Not even if the world went up in flames and a volcano erupted pure choas onto the earth.

When Noah woke up, and went out into the kitchen, he found the signs of a struggle. He followed them, leading him to the front yard. They stopped besides tire tracks. New tire tracks.

He frowned. Had Morgan been kidnapped? The sudden depth of the situation finally sunk in. He ran inside and called the police.

"Alright, Sir. What does your daughter look like?"

Noah had that sinking feeling again- the same one he'd gotten the day Izzy had been arrested. He could barely think straight; Izzy would freak. He didn't know for sure, but Izzy left off hints that she'd killed someone before.

Now what would she do to him if she knew he'd lost their child?

He didn't want to think about it. "Red hair. With brown eyes. She's yea high," his hand gestured her estimated height.

The officer scribbled down a few notes. He smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure we'll find her, Sir."

Noah returned the kind officer's smile, though it didn't feel right. He didn't feel right.

What if she'd just up and left? He wouldn't quite hold it against her. After all, he'd hardly been home all week. Maybe she was feeling lonely.

Noah sighed, staring out the window. Wherever she was, he hoped she's alright.

Well, Noah was right about one thing; she felt lonely. Everyone was avoiding her, glaring at her, and occasionally tripping her. By the end of first period, she had to hide the bloody nose someone had given her, and excuse herself to the bathroom to fix it.

And even then, the girls already in there snickered at her mockingly. They walked away after a while, but not before someone kicked her into the mirror.

She gasped as it broke. The bully simply smirked. "Oops. Seven years bad luck."

Morgan waited until they were gone to mutter, "I don't believe in luck. I've never had it."

She finished washing her nose and hands, then headed back to her class and abusers. No doubt, Alejandro had something to do with it.