Sam slouched in real detention, munching on his fifth corndog that day. Stupid Mr. Grey had given him detention for being late. Why did he have to be so stupid? Now Sam was going to miss a mission and everything. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Sam found himself knowing angrily at a stick where there should have been corndog. He scowled at it. Judging by the way today was going; he was going to need at least 10 more corndogs before the end of the school day. A new personal record, beating his previous record of three. He slouched out of his chair to the window, which he shoved open and looked out across the skyline.

"I hope you aren't planning a daring escape. In case you haven't noticed, this is one of the few classes on the third story." Mr. Grey said from his position at the desk.

"Trust me, I noticed. I need more corndogs."

"More? You just ate four in a row!"

"Yeah, I know… But I need ten more."

"TEN?" Sam nodded glumly, still staring out the window. Mr. Grey pressed his hands to his forehead, trying to stop the oncoming migraine. This boy just annoyed him so much… Mr. Grey sighed and looked up, only to find the room empty. He jerked back in surprise, and ran to the door, looking up and down the hallway.

"That boy is going to be in so much trouble-"

"For what, sir?" Mr. Grey wheeled around to see Sam sitting in his chair, stuffing a whole corndog in his mouth.

"Where did you- How did you-"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked through a mouthful of corndog.

"Never mind." The bell rang signaling the end of lunch, and Sam ran out of the room. Mr. Grey didn't even see him go by.

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"Sam, you missed one incredible mission today! Where were you?" Pete asked as they were walking toward the Helicarier. Sam simply stuffed another corndog in his mouth muttering,

"Why do you care anyway, Bugbrain?"

"Man, are you okay? You seem a little off today." Luke said, looking at his friend and teammate with concern. "That and I've never seen you eat that many corndogs in one day."

"I like corndogs." Sam pouted.

"Keeping negative feelings inside you will only allow them to grow into a plague that gradually destroys the mind." Danny put in. Sam looked at him to see he was giving him that same look from the day before. Turning away, Sam just shook his head.

'If that's true, then my mind is already gone.' He thought.

"I just need to clear my head." Sam ducked into the nearest doorway, changing at lightning fast speed into Nova. He pulled his helmet on and flew away. They watched him go, worried. Danny shook his head, and the others turned to him, crossing their arms.

"Alright, spill." Danny's eyes widened slightly.

"When you make assumptions, you make an-"

"Save it, fortune cookie. You know something about what's going on with Sam, and you're going to tell us." Pete interrupted.

"Secrets entrusted to someone are better kept that shared, lest you lose the trust of the one who told you."

"So, he did tell you something." Danny hesitated.

"Not exactly…"