Metrocity walked quickly through the halls, her shoulders tensed. This place was so loud and noisy. She was ever on the alert, awaiting attack or discovery.

And she was scared.

Metrocity would never admit it, but she was terrified. This school place was a new environment, a strange new world. Her Mother had told her not to worry, to try and make friends and be herself without blowing her cover. Megamind had told her to think of it as a science experiment.

And that was just what she did.

Metrocity was disguised as a very light-skinned girl with long black hair that fell in her eyes and covered her face. She had changed her eyes to a shade of bright green (they had fixed the holowatch eye-function in recent years), because she liked them that way, and they looked good with the black hair and pale skin.

As she sat down in her first class of the day, Metrocity, daughter of Metro City's prime supervillains and a supervillain herself, sixteen years old and on her 1,211th life sentence, the queen of doing whatever she wanted to cause mayhem and destruction all across the city, Metrocity, wondered if she was doing things correctly.

As the teacher took attendance, she saw his face scrunch in confusion. "A-Aya—"

"Aiyana Belinda Rich," Metrocity spoke up. "I'm new." The teacher nodded and continued down the list from there.

For the first three classes, Metrocity did great. She didn't speak to anyone, didn't make any foes, and didn't blow anything up. She thought she was in the clear. Until science class, where after everyone was settled, he walked in.
Metrocity gripped her desk with all her strength, her knuckles turning white, but she managed not to grab her de-gun from her pocket.

And then, of all the places to sit, Bernard sat down right next to her!

"Aya-Ay-Ah..."

"Aiyana Belinda Rich," Metrocity called back to her teacher through gritted teeth, starting to see red. Bernard laughed.

"What kind of a name is that?" he demanded, incurring laughs from several other students. Metrocity turned slowly to look him in the eyes, barely able to contain her anger.

"It means," she said, clearly and concisely, her voice surprisingly untouched by fiery rage and instead filled with the frostbitten scourge of cold, icy fury, "Eternal Blossom, Beautiful snake, Bernard." The class gasped and his own green eyes were soon aflame to combat the frigid waters in her own.

"How do you know my name?"

"Just because I'm a homeshool student doesn't mean I don't read the newspapers," she returned coldly and with great aloofness.

"Oh, if you're homeschooled, I have a question for you; are all homeschooled students as stupid as they seem?" Her teeth felt as if they would break from the pressure applied to them as she tore her eyes away from his face, a thinner, lighter-haired version of his father's. "Look at that; I guess they are! She's so stupid, she's been struck dumb!" The ice melted and was replaced with green fire as Metrocity's head snapped back around to meet his gaze again.

"You. Will. Die!" she spat, and stood, walking right out the door and down to the principle's office. She'd been told that was where you went when you were in trouble. And after that, she was sure she would be.

Author Comments:

Apparently Bernard is a jerk-face now. O.O XDXD, It's so fun writing this version right next to the other sixteen-year-old version! They're so different, but both are no end of fun! :D