For them teenagers ta get their learnins.

Iris' morning had gone without too much upset. She had packed some supplies and her leotard into the bottom of her bag. She had ridden in on the bus with Chuck; they occasionally let her bring her wagon on, but she didn't need it today. She had a ride. Several, as a matter of fact.

Some of the kids at the Foster Home had a teacher come in to teach them. They were the especially difficult ones. The bus that took Chuck and Iris to school was sent by the county to pick up all the kids in the foster home and deliver them to their various schools. Chuck and Iris discussed her plans for lunchtime on the bus and in homeroom until the bell for first classes. Then Chuck left for the resource room and Iris headed to AP Physics. She sat impatiently through her classes and was the first one out the door for every class until Lunchtime.

Iris was diagnosed with a metabolism disorder. She had three sack-lunches from the cafeteria sitting beside her, munching happily as she waited for the others to arrive at their meeting-spot and go out to be a spy.

Ozzy was refreshed and ready to rock in the morning when his alarm clock went off, and quickly made his way to school. He was actually there a little early, since his handicap had gone away, and therefore his morning routine went by that much more quickly. Even the buses hadn't made their way to the school when he was skating up to the building.

He'd gotten some odd looks in the hallway that morning, largely because the crater-faced, four-eyed gimp had been replaced by a clear-skinned athlete with green eyes. Ozzy silently wondered if his social life was suddenly going to take a turn for the 'better' now that he'd been fixed, since a sudden spike in popularity was really the last thing he needed right now. Still, it was really hard to resist smiling and waving back when a pretty girl's head turned your way.

When lunchtime rolled around, Ozzy looked around the cafeteria, spotting Iris easily due to the fact that she was the only one of her size in the room during that time, not to mention the fact that she had more rainbows on her than a gay pride parade. He strolled up to where she was sitting, putting his metal lunchbox, which had been covered in Ozzy's artwork, on the table and opening it up. Today was one of the usuals: a chicken salad sandwich with lettuce and the little french fried onion bits that you normally put on top of a green bean casserole on whole wheat bread; a small bag of Ritz cracker 'chips'; a box of yogurt-covered raisins; some trail mix; and finally, a bottle of Lipton green tea.

"So, Iris, what's up? How's your day been so far?"

Bill didn't sleep at all after his battle wtih fluid, He didn't even feel tired. It was too bad he got away but he didn't want to hurt Darren but he could have killed someone, but it turned out he was being held under water when he turned para. They could have seriously hurt him, even killed him. Did he do the right thing? Feeling conflicted as he made his way through the lunchline he spotted Ozzy sitting with the prodigy girl he'd heard about and made his way over sitting down. "Hey guys, you catch the news this morning?"

Ozzy nodded, "Yeah, man, what was up with that? I heard you had said you were going to crash that party, you all right, man? Did 'Aqua Lad' do any damage?" he asked, offering Bill a fist-pound as he approached the table. He'd seen the news as he'd been getting ready, and when they mentioned Excelsior, he knew that Bill had been involved.

Jeff had been through quite the night. Having different dreams...dreams of cold, arctic shores...dreams of the battle against Paragon2....and the bank robbery that he helped stop. Was it all starting to unravel?

He went to school that morning and seemed like he was almost in a fog, or maybe it was senioritis...especially after hearing the news. Sounded like Excelsior was definitely making the rounds.

Spotting Ozzy, Bill, and what appeared to be some really young girl who looked sort of out of place in a high school, he waved from afar.

"So guys...is this a private party or can anyone pop in?"