• The sun was shining like it always was. The birds were tweeting like they always do. The classes were the same as yesterday. Me? Well, let's just say that I was just as frustrated, depressed and down right terrifying as the days and weeks before.
    The only thing different on that fateful day was that I had encountered a man who said that he could make all my wishes come true.
    Did they come true? Yes they did.Let me tell you how this whole thing started; It began with a fight, a call and a ticket.
    I woke up that morning to my alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I slammed my hand on it,cutting the noise off and ripped the sheets off my legs. I always reminded myself to change the noise the clock made, but I always forgot until the day after, so it stayed and continued to annoy me every morning. After a shower, I pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, slipped on my sneakers and ran downstairs to get a breakfast before I headed off to school. Jim, my little brother, was already there, slurping down his cereal. Dad sat in his usual place with the morning paper and a cup of coffee sitting in front of him. Mom stood at the stove humming a merry tune while cooking up some scrambled eggs.
    I plopped myself in an empty chair and pored myself some juice from the carton on the table top.
    "Good morning, Rena. How did you sleep last night?" Was mom's morning ritual question.
    "Good. I finished studying and crashed right after." I said, plucking a peice of toast from the stack at the center of the table and nibbled on it.
    "That's nice. You have a test today?" Dad asked without pulling the paper from in front of him.
    " Yeah. It's History. what a pain." I complained. I glanced at the clock and jumped out of my seat. "I gotta go, or I'll be late! See everyone this evening!" I called, grabbing my backpack from the back of my chair, and dashed out the door for the bus stop with Mom on my tail, scrambled eggs flying everywhere as she tried to catch me before I could reach the bus stop sign.
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    My friends and I walked down the hall to the gym for morning annoucements, sighing in embarassment as they harped at the sight of my mom trying to feed me breakfast as I climbed onto the bus that morning.
    "Will you guys stuff it? I already got smacked down by Joann and her gang of bulls for being a baby." I ran my fingers through my hair dark brown hair, scowling as I pulled a stray peice of scrambled egg that had eluded my best friend Stacy's careful extraction of the rouge breakfast while we sat on the bus.
    Stacy caught up to me, handing me a papertowel she always seemed to have. "Hey Rena, I think it was cool that your mom cared for you enough to chace you three blocks just so you can eat breakfast."
    I looked at her and softed my expression, smiling in encouragment. "Hey Stacy, don't worry. Your mom'll come back, your parents just need a little time away from each other."
    Stacy just sighed and nodded. "Maybe."
    We walked in silence, each to our own thoughts. I finally sighed in exhasperation. "Alright! Let's all forget the depressing stuff, you vampires. We got work to do." I stopped and turned to look at them, a twinkle in my eye.
    They slowly smiled, and I quickly led the way into the gym. We strode purposefully across the floor, heading straight for the cluster of teachers and microphones that were set up.
    "Mr. Colson, are you ready for us to take over?" I called to the bald guy in the suit as he looked around to find who'd called his name.
    "Ah, Mrs. Draklyn, please do. We have everything set up for you and your, er..." he paused, struggling to remember.
    I smiled, a little glint in my electric blue eye as I corrected him. "We like to call ourselves URCS for short, Mr. Colson. The Underground Reconstruction and Communicative Services is a tad too long a name."
    He sighed, as if releived to not have to stumble through such a name. "Ah, o-of course. Please, it's your turn ot take center stage."
    I smiled, stepping up to the Mic and glancing at the four people who seemed to be ready. I gave the signal, and the shed the light weight jackets they were wearing to reveal black and red T-Shirts with URCS on it, along with our logo, "We are Free to Lead; We just Lead from the Background"
    As I listened to the shouts and cheers as we walked into the center of the hard wooden floor, I smiled in anticipation. Oh yeah, it's totally the T-Shirts.