Your name was Robin Pot, and you had just been let out of school. It had been your first day of high school, and it was… upsetting, to say the least. You had just moved at the beginning of the summer from Boston to Baltimore, and was naively hoping for a brand new start. At your old school, most everybody made fun of you for being one of the illegitimate children of famous singer 2D from Gorillaz. Your last name and your bright blue hair made it obvious.

You had naively hoped that at this new school no one would say anything. Gorillaz wasn't ''that'' popular of a band. And for the first half of the day you were fine, and people actually talked to you. But during lunch, one of the kids had approached you with a quizzical expression that you knew all too well.

"Hey, your hair's such a pretty blue, kind of like 2D, the leader of the band Gorillaz! Have you heard of them?" The kid said, smiling and sitting down at your table.

You tried to hide a frown. All you could do was hold your head in your hands and groan. "N… No, I haven't. Maybe I'll check them out sometime."

"You should! You actually look pretty similar to 2D." He said, turning on his phone to look up his favorite song by them. "What's your name, by the way? We should be friends."

"U-umm… I'm Robin..." You say quickly, suddenly deciding you weren't hungry anymore. "I have to go use the bathroom, I'm sorry." You get up and put your lunch back in the bag, heading to the girls' room.

Once you see that it's empty in the bathroom, you look in the mirror and groan at your reflection. You had long, curly hair that could only be tamed by your mother. She's great at doing hair, and for the first day of school she gave you two big cornrows that ended in two big blue puffs. You inherited that iconic shade of blue from your father, who had a one night stand with your mother while on tour about 15 years ago. You kind of liked your skin. You had a little bit of acne, sure, but your mother always tells you to be proud of the color of your skin, which you like to compare to chocolate milk or ice cream. You have lots of freckles across your cheeks and nose, and big, brown eyes that your mother said see everything… when you wear your glasses. Aside from your hair, you hated that you had to wear braces. You got them recently, and your mouth always feels sore nowadays. Even though you hated having to get them, you'd been able to negotiate getting them blue, to match your hair.

At any rate, you were tired of looking at yourself, and still not in the mood to eat. You grab your things and head for your next class. You still had about thirty minutes, so you sit outside the door and open snapchat, deciding to catch up with the friends you left behind in Boston.