Title: Magic Rats

Pairing: Adam /Chase (not in these early chapters)

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats or the characters, they all belong to Disney. Please support the official release (I know I do! Oh my gosh new episode monday! So excited!)

Well, I'm at it again. Quick get hide your reading buddies and get you're "bad review" riffles! 'Cause yeah it's that bad. I had some pent up Lab Rats energy that I had to let out. But to be honest, I can't really write. I'm more of a formalized essay writer over a creative writer. That is my warning to you all; this is the work of a robot trying to be creative. So without further adieu, let's get started!

I was woken up in the morning by my sister Bree.

"Wake up Chase it's time for your first day in Fairy School!"

I groaned. She was right, after all the protesting, begging, fighting and pleading; it was time to face the music. I was about to be the first male fairy attending the School for Magical Improvement of Fairies (SMIF) in over one hundred years. My parents tried to find me a different school, tried special tutoring and even tried home-schooling me, but none of the education programs even came close to SMIF. Luckily my sister Bree had enrolled at that school last year so the head mistress had me live with her. In the long run, she could show me the ropes, keep me honest with my studies and even wake me up in the morning.

Which brings me back here to this situation:

"Chase we're going to be late for Ancient Spells class, get ready"

"Well, excuse me for not being thrilled about going to school with a bunch of fairy girls who are going to make fun of me for being the only boy there," I protested. Bree sensed my upset mood,

"Look Chase, I know you're scared and nervous, and I know this is a big school with a lot of pressure being put on you, but you gotta ignore what people say and be strong on the inside. Don't let people define who you are, that is all up to you. Anyway what makes you think everyone will judge you? You won't know until you try," she said with a smile

*Sigh,* "I guess you're right, thanks Bree" I hate it when she's right like that…

"Good, now I got a reputation and friends to keep up, so promise that you won't embarrass me alright?"

"No guarantee I won't embarrass myself" I mumbled as I got dressed.

I actually felt proud of that. So I'm actually doing this, wish me luck…