Hello readers! This is my first Class of The Titans fanfiction! (You just have to love this show) Based on that note, I would appreciate constructive criticism and advise on my stories, so if you have any advise to give, I am open to it! So, please, read and review. And once again, I have made to cover for my story, and it is my own work, just like this story is. I hope you will enjoy my story!:)

I do not own Class of The Titans, only my OC and plot. Now, if I did own it, perhaps I would finally make that season 3 they didn't make...

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Rita Caberra slammed her hand down on her alarm clock that read 6:30 am, and nearly jumped out of bed. She was so excited, for today was the first day of summer.

Rita quickly got dressed in blue jeans, and her favorite white t-shirt that said "Sunnyside Daycare" and it had a picture of a happy sun rising. She also slipped on her light blue and white converse, and put on her golden charm bracelet that had various smiling charms. It had a sun, a cloud, a crescent moon, a star, and her favorite one, a smiling child.

She walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her long, dark copper brown, curly hair was a mess. It went a little bit past her shoulders, and it was always messy. Rita grabbed her brush and combed her hair, doing her best to get all the knots out.

She then put on deodorant, but no makeup. She never found the point in it. It would just get messed up anyway like her hair, with the kind of work she does.

When Rita was finished, she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her mom was making breakfast, as usual.

Rita looked a lot like her mom. She had the same long, dark copper brown, curly hair, and the same t-shirt and jeans. Only, her mom was taller and had her curly hair up in a low ponytail down her back.

"What's for breakfast, mom?" Rita asked excitedly as she ran to the table and took a seat.

"Take a wild guess," her mom said sarcastically as she turned away from the stove.

Rita knew what her mom made. She only knew how to make one type of breakfast, beside cereal. Her mom wasn't a cook, her dad did all of the cooking around the here. But unfortunately, he didn't like getting up early because he started his office work in the afternoon, so he didn't usually make breakfast.

Her mom got two plates and served up the scrambled eggs she made and got her burnt toast out of the toaster. She poured orange juice into two cups, and put the carton back in the fridge. After she buttered the toast and smothered strawberry jelly on top, she handed one plate to Rita as she sat down across from her daughter.

"Scrambled eggs, orange juice, and burnt toast. Well, I would never have expected that." Rita teased as she started to eat her eggs.

Her mother laughed for a moment, and then said to Rita, "I bet you're excited for today."

"Obviously! This is the day I've been talking about all school year! I've been waiting for this ever since the first day of school at that dreaded Olympus High! You know that!" Rita said. She hated school. She got good grades of A's and B's, but she still couldn't stand high school. She missed the days when she was in preschool and grade school, those were the fun times. She really didn't want to go through senior year of high school when the school started up in the fall. She didn't want to be seventeen next May either. She'll have to be worrying about college, and all that work. She wished she could be five again, and have not a care in the world but fun. But alas, she can't turn the clock of time backward.

Rita softened her voice, "Thanks again mom. For everything." She looked up from her food to face her mom with a sincere smile on her face.

Her mom smiled at her profoundly. "Anytime. You earned this chance." She replied.

As Rita and her mother finished eating, Rita jumped up from her chair. "Now, let's go mom! I just can't wait to see those kids again." She said, smiling at the thought of the small children's shinning faces.

"Ready when you are." She replied.

And with that, Rita and her mom walked out the front door, and walked to work at the place her mother owned.

Sunnyside Daycare.