Disclaimer: After all this time, still not mine.

Review even if you don't have an account. Yeah. Fanfic writers are in it for fame. So anyway, this story is taking tragic twists and turns and becoming more Back To The Future-esque every chapter. So brace yourselves for a whole lot of crazy comin' at ya from a never ending parade of airhead.

"Um…" I mumbled as I stood up. I looked at the pizza in my hand.

I quickly shoved half of it in my mouth and threw the rest in the trash. It took about fifty bites. Skyla was looking at me in confusion, but not disgust. She must have a brother or something equally disgusting. I took a final gulp and grabbed her hand. "Alright, let's go!"

I led her into the building, earning weird glances from my fellow students. Ha! I bet they didn't have a cute little girl named Skyla for the time being. I stopped by my locker and threw my backpack on the bottom, not bothering to hang it. It barely fit. As I closed my locker, I saw a figure approaching.

"Hey, Cat," Tori greeted.

"Hi, Tori!" I replied. I felt Skyla shy behind me.

"Who's that?" Tori asked, obviously referring to the girl desperately trying to hide.

"Oh," I reached behind my back and felt her hair. She still didn't budge. "This is Skyla."

Tori gave me a confused look. "But… Who is she?"

"I'm not sure. I found her outside," I answered.

"Ah, Cat…" Tori sighed.

"No, she's lost!" I corrected.

"Oh," she said. "Hi," she said to Skyla.

She came out from behind me and looked at Tori, crossing her arms over her chest. She just glared at Tori, not saying anything.

"I'm Tori," Tori continued, her cheerfulness fading.

Skyla looked down at her feet, clad in baby biker boots.

"Well alrighty then," Tori said, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "Quite a catch ya got there."

She walked off, patting me on the shoulder. I looked down at Skyla and knelt down again. "What's wrong?"

"I want my daddy!" she whined.

"Well, sweetheart, we're gonna go call your parents, alright?" I reassured her, putting my hand on her shoulder.

She sniffled and looked down again.

I tried to get more information out of her. "Do you know your phone number?"

She shook her head. I figured she would be all-out bawling, but she was relatively calm.

"Do you know your dad's name…" I started, but was interrupted by her yelling.

She pointed over to the corner. "That's him!" and then she ran towards… Robbie. "Skyla, wait!" I ran after her.

I paused and looked down at my heels. "I don't even know why I bought you," I grumbled, ripping them off and tossing them in my locker. I then ran to the corner where Skyla was. She was tugging on the back of Robbie's shirt.

I came just in time to see Robbie turn around and smile. "Hiya!"

Followed by Rex's input. "Heh! Robbie's got a girlfriend…"

He shoved Rex in his backpack and dropped to his knees. Skyla was oddly small. "What brings you here?" he asked casually.

I looked from Robbie to Skyla. Oh no. Is the world trying to kill all the innocent children?

"Hey, Skyla, we're gonna find your parents," I said, grabbing her hand.

"But…"

"Somewhere far away from here," I interrupted, dragging her towards the janitor's closet. I locked the door and pulled the flashlight out of my bag. I was prepared this time.

"Skyla, where are you from?" I asked.

"Los Angeles," she said, scared.

Oh. I was probably the one scaring her. I got down on my knees, slowing my breath. I was scaring myself.

"No, I mean, what year is it right now?" I questioned.

"2027," she said shyly, looking at me like I was insane.

We both are, bud.

"No, sweetie, it's 2012," I whispered.

"Since when?"

I sighed. "Teased anyone lately?"

She looked down at her feet.

"You'll catch on soon enough," I said.

I hated what she was about to go through. I sat down completely and beckoned for her to sit too. She did, her face scrunching up as she did so.

"Your dad?" I started. "His name is Robbie."

I silently questioned who Robbie had a kid with. I pushed it aside for the time being.

I continued, noticing that she wasn't responding. "The last time you saw him, did he look any different?"

She nodded her head fervently, like she's been holding back that thought.

"That's your daddy when he was seventeen," I stated.

I heard her inhale deeply. She spoke her first words. "How do you know all this?"

I sheepishly smiled and pulled out my phone. I pulled up the first picture of my dad and showed it to Skyla.

"Ya see this guy? He's my…"

"Grandpa!" she interrupted.

I dropped the phone onto the hard floor like it was on fire. Drop it like it's hot, I mentally added. Focus, Cat.

This girl… Oh my God. Robbie. And…

I frantically picked up the phone again and flipped to the nearest picture of Jade. I showed it to her. "Is this your grandma?"

She looked at it thoughtfully for a minute. I couldn't take it. "Skyla, come on, is this your grandma?"

She nodded.

The realization quickly passed. I studied her face in the poorly lit room. She had a sweet face. She had blue eyes that were unmistakably my mom's. Her brownish-red, slightly curly hair hung past her shoulders. Her tinted cheeks brought color to her pale, freckle-free face. Her chapped lips were a shade of red.

I stood up and grabbed her hands, pulling her with me. "Alright, let's go."

"Where?"

"Everywhere," I sighed, opening the door.

I caught a glimpse of my mom and dad having an all-out bicker session in the middle of the hallway. Everyone was watching them. I was more ashamed of them now than I was when I was five. I looked down at Skyla. She was about five. I wonder if I've ever embarrassed her.

My mom and dad. I saw mom raise her hand to just slap him, but he caught her hand in his. There was more yelling.

I smoothed Skyla's hair, still watching the scene in front of me. "Stay here, okay?"

She nodded. I walked over to my mom and dad and stood right next to them. They didn't even notice me. I turned my head to Skyla. Cover your ears, I mouthed. She understood immediately and placed her hands on both sides of her head.

I then rummaged around in my backpack until I came across what I was looking for. With one swift movement, I raised the mini bullhorn right in between them. And for lack of better words, I blew.

I saw them cover their ears. I saw all the bystanders cover their ears. Skyla was actually smiling because she knew that was going to happen before everyone else.

I put the bullhorn away and stared at my dad. "You are acting like an immature two-year-old."

"See?" mom butt in.

"And you," I turned towards her. "Should wash off the raccoon make-up and see things how other people see them for a change."

I motioned for Skyla to come with me as I made a dramatic exit. "I think you'd be surprised," I called over my shoulder.

Skyla's on my profile if you wanna see her. I literally typed in 'little girl' to the tag search on Tumblr - And felt like a creeper while doing so. But I found her.