Disclaimer: I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door and never will (unfortunately).

Here it is guys! The second instalment of the Time series is here! Sorry, I got high on air, drunk on apple juice and hypo on cheese, so I'm a little weird today! I hope you enjoy this! Oh, sorry for not getting this to you sooner, but I was grounded, I was working on another story and I had the dreaded HOMEWORK!

If you haven't read the first story 'In Time' you should REALLY read that first!

Chapter 1: Twelve Going On Thirteen

"Hurry up or you'll be late!"

"Coming!"

Harry Uno ran down the stairs of his two story house and dashed into the kitchen. He grabbed the buttered piece of toast on the table, dodging the highchair his brother was sitting in. After saying a quick goodbye to his mother, he rushed out the door. He stopped briefly to take a quick glance at the humungous tree house sitting on the top of his house. The sector's 2x4 Technology Officer had temporarily shut down the tree house to make some 'improvements.'

Harry looked at the watch on his wrist and began sprinting down the street. "Crap! I'm going to be late!"

Being an athletic boy, he arrived at Gallagher Middle School in no more than five minutes. He leaned against the gates to catch his breath. After a minute he strolled into the school gates, having only a couple of minutes to spare until the bell rang for the start of school. He scanned the crowd, searching for any of his five friends. His eyes brightened when he saw one of them and hurried towards her.

"Hey! Numbuh 58!" he called out.

He saw the girl raise her head and smile. She put the book she was reading away in her backpack and stood up. "Hey, Numbuh 361."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The line of continuous bells rang through the school, signalling for the students to hurry to their house class. Students ran in four different directions, all eager to be the first person there so they wouldn't have to wait in line for ages just to be marked as "present at school." The two kids laughed at the other students.

Celeste stopped laughing and sighed. "We've only been here three weeks and I'm already sick of this routine."

Harry nodded. "So am I." The two said goodbye and parted ways. Harry ran towards the classroom that his house group was, ending up in the middle of the long line. It wasn't a bad position, but it was annoying getting pushed by all the other grades to go faster. Eventually he ended up at the front of the line. He realised that he had a different roll call teacher than every other day. She was an old lady with a sweet face.

"Name?"

"Harry Uno."

"Ah! I remember your parents. Nigel Uno and Rachel McKenzie right? Lovely little dears they were. I even went to their wedding!"

'Ugh, not again!' Harry thought. Although he was smiling and nodding on the outside, he was quite ticked off. Over the past few weeks, all of his teachers had mentioned his parents in some way or another. He had noticed all his friends had received the same attention and they weren't very happy either. He was starting to doubt that his family going to that school previously was a good or a bad thing.

"Hey, Numbuh 361!" a voice called out over the crowd. Harry noticed a short blonde standing in the doorway with a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Numbuh 40!" Harry gestured for Truman to come over to him. The short boy did as he was told and was soon by his leader's side.

"Did you finish your science homework?" Truman asked. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, but what the heck is Bunsen burner?" he asked.

Truman shook his head. "Were you even listening in science class?" He knew it was a stupid question and he already knew the answer, but he still had to ask.

Harry gave him a sheepish smile. "I was really tired that day…"

They spent the rest of the way chatting about the building work their 2x4 Technology Officer was currently doing. They tried to imagine all the gadgets that may be put into their new and improved home. Harry suggested a milkshake machine while Truman thought of a water slide. They happily let their imagination run wild, there being so much new equipment to build basically anything. The Kids Next Door had gained enough power to give more than enough tools for the operatives to work with.

The duo stepped into their science room and sat down in two spare seats at the back. A few minutes later their science teacher came into the room and class started. It was a basic class, just a few explanations, nothing too spectacular. Class ended and Harry said goodbye to Truman. He took out his timetable to see what he had next.

"Drama, huh?" Harry didn't mind drama, it was a good class. The bad thing was that he had to run all the way from one side of the school to the other, something he never particularly liked doing. He power walked to through the corridors as running in the halls was forbidden. He made it to his drama class with a minute to spare.

He entered the room and breathed a sigh of relief. "I made it!" he cheered loudly. Maybe a little too loudly as his whole class was staring at him with weird looks on their faces. All of them were, except one.

"Congratulations Numbuh 361. You just became the laughing stock of all seventh grade."

"Shut up Numbuh 52, that's an order."

Melissa only laughed. "Oh come on, it's not the end of the world."

Harry shook his head. "Let's change the subject. What exactly are you doing to the tree house?"

"Ah…" Melissa began, smirking. "That's a secret."

"What does that mean?"

Whack!

"Don't you know what a secret is? It means Numbuh 52 ain't gonna tell you, fool!" Melissa scolded.

Harry rubbed the back of his head. "Alright, alright, no need for violence. That hurt you know."

"Numbuh 52 knows." Melissa's frown turned back into a smirk.

Drama started with excerpts from Romeo and Juliet, something he was expecting. His teacher had mentioned just how much of a fan she was of the play. Personally it made him sick to his stomach, especially when his teacher announced how a boy and girl would have to pair up and act out one of the love scenes. Unfortunately, the teacher decided to choose for them and he got a girl named Anne-Marie.

Melissa snickered and muttered something that was barely audible to Harry's ears. All he heard was "He wishes" and "Numbuh 58." He blushed slightly and moved the thought to the back of his mind.

The teacher handed out the script for the scene they would be doing. Harry felt like he was going to throw up when he read the title on the page:

THE KISSING SCENE

"Huh? The kissing scene, eh? You don't mind, do you?" Anne-Marie inquired, peeking at the script from beside him.

"Uh… N-n-no…" Harry stuttered, still in shock.

Suddenly, the bell rang. Harry's stomach turned a one eighty. He had been saved by the bell. The wonderful, most glorious bell. He said goodbye to Anne-Marie and left for recess with Melissa.

The rest of the day was a blur. Not much had happened and it was a pretty boring day, according to Harry. He was walking out the school gates a little after the last bell rang, happy to be out of what he called "That Hellhole." He had almost reached the front of the school when someone ran into him. He fell to the ground, though he luckily wasn't hurt. He stood up and searched for the person that had knocked into him. He smiled at who it was.

"Watch where you're going next time, Numbuh 80."

"What? Oh, sorry. Didn't realise it was you."

Harry noted the football tucked under his friend's arm. "Football tryouts?"

Thomas nodded. "Heck yeah! I love the game and…" He trailed off and looked around to see if anybody was listening. "You get all the love from the cheerleaders."

"Hey, guys!"

Harry and Thomas turned their heads to see a familiar girl running towards them. Harry was surprised to see the girl in a cheerleader uniform. He observed the expression on the other boy's face and realised he wasn't as shocked as himself. Coming to terms on what was happening, he smirked.

"All the love from the cheerleaders, huh?"

Thomas gave him a glare which was a signal to be quiet. Harry did as he was told, but was still laughing hysterically on the inside. It died down as the girl approached them.

"Hey, Numbuh 43," Thomas greeted casually. Harry waved.

"You're trying out for the football team, Numbuh 80?" Kellie assumed, seeing the football.

Thomas nodded and started to throw the ball up in the air and catch it. "Sure am."

"Well, there are heaps of strong, older boys there who you're going against. They're so dreamy…" Kellie entered a daydream, obviously thinking of the boys she saw at the tryouts.

"That's just gross, Kellie. You're only twelve and you're already thinking about dating," stated Thomas.

Kellie snapped out of her trance. "Hey! I'm thirteen soon!"

"But I'll be thirteen sooner."

Harry watched his two friends argue. He slowly backed away towards the front gate, not wanting to get involved. He called stopped only once to call out to his friends.

"Uh, guys? I'm going now!" he yelled. There was no response and Kellie and Thomas were still fighting.

Harry smirked, knowing what would get their attention. He took the deepest breath he could and cupped his hands around his mouth for volume.

"Hey guys! Just because you love each other doesn't mean you have to fight like a married couple!"

A figure hid in the bushes, watching everything the trio did. She saw Harry call out and Kellie and Thomas stop arguing to beet the him up. She leered and took a phone out of her pocket. She dialled a number and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Step one is complete."

"Very good."

There you go! Hope you liked it! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go jump out a window, swing on a branch and hit my dad's car! BYE! –Waves frantically, then gets a baseball bat and smacks her cousin down-