Harper Wilson, 15-year-old, having discovered her best friend, Leo Dooley's inventor stepdad has three bionic, super-powered teens living cloistered in a secret lab beneath his home, brings them out into the world.
• Season 1-4
• Chase Davenport x f...
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Harper never cared about being recognized; all she wanted was to go to school, get good grades, and be with her friends. The idea of everyone liking her never crossed her mind as she often kept to herself, skipping around the school with a smile.
She peered over Leo's shoulder examining the school yearbook in Adam's hands.
"Did you guys see the yearbook?" Chase asked as he ran between Adam and Harper with another yearbook in his hands. "Everybody but me got a 'Most Likely to' even Leo!"
"What? Let me see that." Leo insisted, snatching the book from Chase's hands. "'Most likely never to get a most likely.' I'm on the board!"
Harper read hers at the bottom of the page. "'Most likely to get straight As on all her assignments."
Chase pouted. "Well, that proves it. I'm completely invisible at this school."
"Chase, that's not true." Adam assured. "If you were invisible, I couldn't do this."
Adam punched his shoulder, knocking him into Harper who then bumped into Leo. Chase clutched his shoulder in pain as his older brother walked away.
"Chase, just because you weren't nominated doesn't mean you're invisible." Bree pointed out as she sat on the hallway's center circle bench beside Owen.
"Oh, really? Yeah? What's this?" Chase demanded, shoving the yearbook in front of Bree's face. "'Chip Davenport'. I'm a misnamed question mark!"
"Listen up, snot-buckets!" Principal Perry called as she entered the hallway, holding a sign-up sheet. "Don't forget to sign up for the annual Mission Creek High talent show. Auditions are after school, and we'll be judged by moi. Chances are that if I don't like you, you won't get through, and I don't like any of you, so good luck."
"Talent shows are wrong!" Owen protested, rising from his seat on the bench and approached Principal Perry as she posted the sign-up sheet. "There are no winners or losers in creative expression."
Perry scoffed. "Stick a paintbrush in it, Emo Sabe!"
Agape, Owen turned back to face Bree, Chase, Leo and Harper. "I refuse to stand by while that woman crushes the artistic souls of our student body. I'm gonna go sketch my feelings."
With determination, he marched away from the group, leaving the four teenagers watching him go.
Bree dreamily sighed. "He is so tortured. Isn't it great?"
"To some people maybe." Harper replied honestly.
Bree smiled before walking away, leaving Chase, Leo and Harper in the middle of the hallway.
"This talent show is the perfect opportunity for me to build my fan base." Leo beamed.
