The Bionic in the Basement - Lab Rats

Chapter 7- Sophomores in Black

A/N- Hey, readers!

GUESS WHAT? TBB (my new abbreviation for the story) is now up to slot 2 on pg. 3! I'M SO GLAD! You are really awesome. Thanks for understanding all my family vacay drama. We pack early, okay? We're early packers. We like to think ahead. That's why on the middle-right of the bedroom that Addie and I share, there's a giant life-schedule. Apparently, we're going to Stanford at ages 18-22, getting married at ages 23, having kids and ages 24, and the total number of kids we're having is two.

My parents made this calender.

No they didn't. It doesn't exist. I made it up. I'm toying with you. Ha. Lol. Whudup? 

Anyway, Eden, take over before I humiliate myself more than I already have.

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"I can't believe I'm actually in sch-" I said, before crashing into a guy carrying a stack of books. Wow, Eden. Way to make a good first impression.  You're a lock for 'Most Popular', Einstien. Hey, at least my hair is glossier than his! "Oops, sorry!" I choked. "But at least there's no spine damage. Ha ha h- OOAOH!" Leo yanked me away.

"Eden! What! Are! You doing?" Leo hissed.

"Creating a lasting relationship through comedy." I replied.

"Don't! Okay, take it from me, if you wanna survive high school, you need to accomplish-" He pulled a notebook out of his backpack, tore off a page, clicked open a pen, and scrawled something down. 
"-this."He thrust the paper towards me (Not like Epic Sax Guy, jeez.)  with a salute, then walked off. I read it over.

High School Survival in 10 Easy Steps
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1. Don't say anything

2. Don't touch anything

3. Don't win anything

4. Don't argue with anything

5. Don't eat anything

6. Don't kiss Max Parker's girlfriend behind Shelby O'Connelly's locker against everyone's will

7. Don't walk slowly down the halls

8. Don't tell jokes

9. Don't taunt Principal Perry

10. Don't do ANYTHING AT ALL.

Well, isn't this school just a pit of rainbows and sunshine?

"Hey! Dumb-enports!" A stout, gnarly woman in a hideous pants suit snapped as she waddled up to my siblings. 

"Hey!" Bree said with false-joy. "Principal Perry." Ah... that's Principal Perry. 

"Oh, save it Betty." Principal Perry snapped.

Oh.

Mother?

Help.

I'm scared.

She doesn't look happy to see me.

"Who's your little pal here?" Principal Perry asked.

"That, is, um-"

"EDEN." I said a bit to loudly. Oops. Too late. I can't play it off. Help me out. My neck hurts. I slept funny. I sleep upright, but I shift anyway.  I need help, here. 

"Oh, Eden." Principal Perry said. Is she lulling me into a false sense of security or is she... doing something else? I don't know what else she might be doing, though... "How come I've never seen you here before?"