This Is Dedicated to U r awesome—you are well…. You are awesome! Thanks for being so super supportive!

Attention: A happy viewer brought a crucial question for me on the story Twinkies. Why did I have Rob- Rae? To make them feel hurt? To add drama or an opporituny for revenge? I really don't know. I mean, I didn't want to write a slight Rob-Rae—so why did? I am really confused with myself, and I know Twinkies was not a great story, really, I'm not sure why I wrote it at all. I guess I'm just really fucked up. Or I like to hurt myself but that opens up a whole different matter I'd rather not get into—so if you have any ideas of what's going on in my head, tell me please. O.o

Now for the story! This one is a horror and humorous story that will hopefully be really good. Hopefully, I won't go crazy writing this at 2:30, but hey; what can a chick do?

Alice

Don't own T-e-e-n T-i-t-a-n-s GO! Star's POV

"I do not understand why has this famous feeling come to me now? Why when I should not be feeling this way for the longest time? I feel… a tugging in my heart, a stomach ache, a sense of longing? I do not wish to feel so lonely, so soon but there is nothing I can do! No matter where I go, what I do, this feeling does not go away. Why do I wish for love? No, I do know that I am loved by the titans, my friends like a sister; except for Robin, so maybe that is part of the problem?'' I swallowed as I explained to her what I meant.

"You see, I wish for someone to love me like, in many of those 'chick flicks' as friend Beast Boy says. I want someone to kiss me, to hug me, to truly love me. But there is no one so far in my life that has acted as if they wish for the same feeling to come from me. No one at all, who acts like they truly care for me in that manner." A single tear leaked from my eye as I mentally did the smack down of me.

" No, this is silly to feel this way; I was raised on Tamaran after all! I am not supposed to feel this way because it will hurt even more when day comes when I am to marry someone I do not love." I looked up through the window and on to the stars. "But, I do—Earth has changed me, as what Black fire had said when I last saw her."

I blinked back more tears as I finished my plea "So, please X'hal, help me." I got up from my praying stance by the window and sat down on my bed with a stressed sigh. "Everything is now up to you." A soft, female voice whispered in my ears, tickling me with silent breath.

"Do not worry

I shall answer your plea

Over to your mirror you need to scurry

And go on a great journey to stop this need"

I "Thank you," I whispered gratefully as I stood and crossed my room. My room is a soft lilac color; I discarded my fondness for pink a year ago, with a closet mostly filled with my uniform, but there is still my dress from the prom, a few civilian clothes and my Pjs. Book shelves line my walls filled with photos of my friends, Tamaran, Robin and much more plus my romance novels, old scrap books and complex Tamaran books. My soft white bed dominates my room and close by is a full a body mirror.

I have always been careful and curious when it came to mirrors. Sometimes they cause great pain, and other time sit makes you feel as if you are a princess. When I was a small child, I used to think that the mirror did not merely show my reflection, but a backwards world waving at us exactly at the same time as we wave at them. It was needed; being a princess as a child caused me not to have many true friends, so my reflection was my friend. I'd like to believe it still is.

As I neared my mirror I noticed a change of atmosphere – it was much warmer and a display of gold sparks danced together cheerfully around it. (Much like Earth's fireworks.) I put my hand out in front of me carefully, and my reflection was supposed to do the same. Instead, it floated in place smiling and waving friendlily. Though this frightened me for a reason I could not figure out, my belief in X'hal pushed me onwards and my hand made contact with the mirror.

My waving reflection started to swirl; disorienting my image into a blur of purple, green and orange. I stared in horror as the mirror's glass reached out wards and pulled me against my will into it. It pulled me into a black abyss but gently guided me down it. I watched from a distance as I saw my room het sucked into the mirror. Then Robin, the rest of my friends, then the tower and soon the whole world was sucked into my mirror.

I lost sight of everyone else and still floated aimlessly, as though I were in space. Then I seemed to be falling, down, down, down but when I tried to fly, I could not. I thought that I was going to fall to my doom as a bright light beamed below me signaling that I had reached the bottom. Then suddenly I was dressed in a bright blue dress with I frilled white apron and little black, buckled shoes with tall white sock. The dress extended around me and acted as an umbrella; making me glide to the bottom instead. I landed on all fours in my room, and everything looked the same. The same colors, same pictures, and same furniture— except for one thing: Everything was backwards.

My bed was where my dresser should be, my door across from where it was originally from. Though I favor my right hand, I started to use my left hand a little more as I stood. There was no more mirror and no more voices from the gods. Whatever I had gotten myself into; rather I was dreaming or my plea was finally answered, I still had to move forward. I left the room but not before gazing onto a book on my bed. That was not there before. I seceded to stop and read it, just in case it was a message of some sort. Instead, it was a poem with a picture of a furious looking monster and girl my age fighting it. It read:

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

I did not completely understand such a strange poem, perhaps I would I friend Robin! My eyes widened in fear. What had happened to my friends? Were they all satisfactory? I committed the poem to memory and then I hurried out of my backwards room to find my friends.

Okay, this is only the first chapter; the other will be longer, I swear! I got this idea from my 1915 copy of Alice's adventure through the looking glass. I hope this turns out well, Please review!

KKA