Time passed without any incidents. His grandfather's surprise visit soon being forgotten in the monotony of everyday living. And before he knows it is the beginning of another school week. He gets out of bed and gets ready for another day of school. Already going through his list of targets as he leaves for school.

He walks into school, picking out his victim for the morning. This time it was some random kid who looked at him funny. He leans against the school lockers next to the kid. One of his O-pairs hovering over the kid's head. The kid looks up seeing the drone but like an idiot, doesn't think to move away. He snaps his fingers and suddenly the kid is picked up and shoved into a locker. The locker door being slammed in their face by his second O-pair. He wasn't in the talking mood this morning so as soon as the bell rings, he leaves, not saying a word. Someone will get that kid out eventually.

He enters the classroom. Sitting at his usual spot. Leaning back on his chair and putting his feet up on the desk table. Class is so boring. He wished he didn't have to go. But for some stupid reason attendance counts towards your overall grade. Miss one too many classes and you just fail, no matter how well you do on the tests. His dad wants him to do well at school. He's still angry at him for being kicked out of private school. He doesn't want to keep disappointing him.

Mr. Guzman brings the class to his attention. "Class, this is Hazel, she just moved here" the aforementioned girl scuttering into the classroom, standing next to the teacher. "Hiya!" she exclaims excitedly. He can already tell she's going to be one of the annoying ones. "Tell us a bit about yourself, Hazel"

"Um, Well I moved here from the suburbs, it was a lot different there" A clueless suburban girl. Maybe she won't be as annoying as he thought. "I like collecting things, like rocks because they rock!" the girl laughs at her own terrible pun. The class is silent. Dev snickers to himself, what sort of weirdo collects rocks? "I also love French fries and I have a really cool older brother, he's my best friend" God he's going to have a field day with her, like seriously whose friends with their family? "He just started college, and this is the first time we've been apart, but he's visiting today and it will totally make up for the fact that nobody laughed at my rock joke" The class remains silent, with only the sound of a lone mystery cough to accompany it. "You've been a great audience!" she laughs to herself again. Mr. Guzman chuckles. "Thank you, Hazel, that was a great share"

She goes to sit in one of the front row desks. He had a feeling she was a dorky goody-two shoes type of kid. Only lame dorky kids sat in the front. Expect for Winn, their cool. He mockingly mimics the new girl's introduction "Ooo…I love French fries and my older brother and literal rocks!" he laughs seeing her growl in anger. He's going to enjoy messing with his newest victim. He's been needing some fresh meat to play with.

He sees her later a lunch. Seating by herself. On the newly painted table. He can't resist the opportunity, so he walks over to her and deicides to give her a proper introduction. "Hey there" he says snatching a carrot from her lunch tray. "Sorry if we got off on the wrong foot earlier, Hoozle" he says popping the carrot into his mouth. "Hazel" she replays, trying to correct him. "I'm Dev Dimmadome, son of tech mogul and owner of the Dimmadome G0baldome, Dale Dimmadome"

"Ok…"

And…Grandson of real estate mogul and owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, Doug Dimmadome"

She slides herself slightly under the table, squinting her eyes and furrowing her brows. "Someday I'm gonna own a company and a sports arena too" he says, as she shifts her eyes. "Haven't decided which one or where, but it's in my blood"

"Right…"

"Oh, and these are my drones, O-pair one and O-pair two" pointing at pair of drones that were now hover above him. "Let me give you a quick who's who of the other fifth graders" he grabs her head and turns it out towards the cafeteria hall.

"That's Trev, he's my bud, so he probably won't give you the time of day" A kid tries waving at Trev which he simply ignores, rolling his eyes as he walks way. Classic Trev. "That's Winn, their cool, you don't stand a chance" Winn rides effortlessly into the cafeteria on their skateboard. Flipping their hair slightly as they enter. Everyone stopping what they're doing for a moment to look at them. He can only wish to be half as cool as Winn. "That's Bev, she does soccer and insists on calling it football" Bev stands on a lunch table kicking a soccer ball into a trashcan that another kid is holding, shouting "FOOTBALL!" when she makes the shot. "That's Jasmine, sings a lot, sounds terrible" as he says this, she starts singing loudly off-key. "That's Kev, kinda of a big deal, he's the face of 'Ya Boix' sparking water" Kev holds a can of sparking water like in one of his ad commercials, even doing the whole winking at the camera bit. "That's Whispers Fred, he has a trending DimmVid channel doing ASMR" Fred pulls out a bowl of cereal out seemly nowhere as he says this. "Gives me the creeps, but I respect the hustle" Fred pulls out his microphone and starts recording his cereal, making whispered sounds as he stirs the bowl. Creepy.

"And you Hizzle? You're the no brain new girl, who just sat in wet paint" turning her head to the wet paint sign on the table. He watches as her face drops, realising the mistake that she has just made. Now satisfied with misery he created he snaps his fingers. His O-pairs forming his seat as he flies off to his table where Trev is already seating waiting for him. Watching her storm off out of the cafeteria. Blue paint staining her clothes. A smile comes to his face. This has been a good morning.

When he gets home for the day he goes straight for his computer. Booting up the PC and losing himself in his gaming for hours. When dinner is ready, he goes to the dinner table and sees his dad at the table with his own plate of food. He excitedly sits himself at the other end of the table, where his own plate of food has been placed. "Hey dad" he says excitedly, swinging his legs on the chair. "Hello Dev" Dale replies apathetically, poking at the food on his plate. "There was a new girl at school today, kinda of a loser in my opinion"

"All the kids at that public school of yours are 'losers' son, that's why I wanted you in private school" his dad says bluntly. Sliding his food around on the plate before picking a small portion with his fork and eating it. "Right" he sinks down into his seat. His pervious excitement now gone. Dale checks his phone, his brows furrowing. "These people I swear! They always have something to complain about!" he puts down his fork and starts waving his hands mockingly "Ooo…We want fairer pay! Ooo…We want better working conditions!" Dale scoffs. "You'll think I hired a bunch of babies given how much whine all the time" Dale laughs, Dev awkwardly laughing along not really getting the joke. "Hey dad, can I have a sleepover next week?" Dale stops. "A sleepover?"

"Yeah, here with Trev, I promise to keep the noise down…" He holds his breath, waiting for his dad's response. Dale thinks for a moment. "If kids come over to my house for a night, then they can tell their parents about all the cool stuff that they wish they had…" he mutters to himself his eyes lighting up "…then they will start begging their parents to buy the stuff for them, then the parents will have to buy stuff for them to make them stop" Dale rubs his hands together, looking over at his son. "You must have this sleepover Dev! And don't just invite that Trev kid, invite all the kids at that school of yours!"

"Everyone!? But dad, I'm not really 'liked' by most of the kids…"

"Please, who needs to be 'liked' when you have stuff? Just show off all the cool stuff that I-" Dale stutters. "That we have and watch the money-" Dale stutters again. "I mean kids roll in"

"Won't that be a lot of noise? I thought you didn't like it being too loud in the house"

"I can cope for one night, so you and your little friends make as much noise as you want, let the whole city hear for all I care!" Dale holds his plate of food up "Get rid of this will you?" the nearby O-pair grabbing the plate and throwing it away. "You're not going to eat with me?" he asks, slightly disappointed. "Time wasted is money loss" Dale says in the distance as he walks away into his office for the evening. He looks at his plate. The food having now gone cold. He hands his plate to an O-pair to throw away. As he walks off to his room.