"The terrorists would want this school closed. It's the only school around that allows Humans and Ferals to associate like they do. It's staying open because of that as well. He paused as he turned around to go inside, but he stopped, taking a mike from the reporter to stare into the camera, "Also, I understand that this school was saved yesterday by two of our students who successfully commandeered the terrorists TAMs and drove them away. I would like to take this opportunity to thank them, if they are watching now."<br/><br/>The tv mumbled in the background as Kat stared at her computer screen. Her parent's research sat on the screen, incomplete, abandoned. if only they had finished, Kat moved her hand from the keyboard, and turned to stare at her wheelchair that sat across the flooded room. She was bound to that contraption, without it, she would be bound to this house. She sighed, and bubbled floated lazily to the ceiling. Her blue eyes flicked to her clock, crap.<br/><br/>"Kat." A knock resounded on her door. "Kat, are you going to school today?" With that question, she shuddered, the click of the gun still echoed in her head. She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out, she was left sitting, mouth agape, black beak peaking out where teeth should be. "It's optional if you don't want to go. I'd understand." Her mother's voice was calm, if somewhat worried.<br/><br/>"I'll go." her voice was hoarse. "I have to see something." She sighed again, and her tentacles moved across the room, pulling her chair to her.<br/><br/><br/>The ride to school was quiet, Kat stared out the window. Her mind was still on the research, she knew the key, but didn't want it. Didn't want to risk it. She looked over to see her mom staring at her, "We're here, are you alright, Kat?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, mom." She opened her door, and pulled her chair out of the back using her long tentacles, and slid into it. "I'll see you later, ok?"<br/><br/>"Take care of yourself."<br/><br/>"I will." Kat smiled as she wrapped her scarf around her face. Her wheelchair whirred as she made her way through the gate, the battle had left a scar. Seeing it caused flashbacks.<span style="font-style: italic">Human...</span>the screen haunted her yet. She pulled her attention from it, and looked forward at the school. Her heart was suddenly pounding,<span style="font-style: italic">they could do it again; get in. They did it once.</span>With a cold chill, she looked over to see a group of girls staring at her as if she were possessed. She blushed, sort of, and her wheelchair again whirred. The school was oddly empty,<span style="font-style: italic">I guess optional attendance means more to others.</span>A couple people stared at her as she entered, but decided whispering to each other was more important. She looked around as he wheelchair moved along."Donta?" She saw him, his unmistakable form. "Hi."