You grumbled under your breath bitterly, trying to gather up all your torn and scattered blueprints and sketches that littered your "lab". Thanks to your good-for-nothing brat of a cat, three years worth of research and ideas for new inventions that along with some of the research were gone. And the thing that hit you the hardest with sadness and rage, was a blueprint that you and your best friend made together, Hiro Hamada.
You've known each other since you were in preschool. While the other kids made their macaroni necklaces, you and Hiro were making DNA strands. That's how you became best friends, showing off your smarts to the rest of your class. But unlike Hiro, you stayed in high school while he graduated at age thirteen. Why? During your middle school years, you were slowly unable to hold anything still, your hands shaking like miniature earthquakes. It wasn't Parkinson's Disease but it was close enough to it and it left doctors stumped. The shaking made you work at a frus