Hey there everyone! Here's an idea I got when I was sitting in math class… Yeah don't ask. I don't own anything, bla bla bla, Richard O'Brien does. AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADO… Let's begin.

Rated T for some language.

Magenta's POV

I hate Earth. I really do.

And I'm pretty sure it hates me too.

If I could've stayed on Transylvania I would've.

No, I wouldn't have just stayed. I would have cherished it.

But now I'm stuck down here on Earth, living with some dumbass 'foster family' thing. Apparently it's September or something, whatever the hell a September is.

At least I have my brother.

Let me start back at the beginning. My name's Magenta. I'm from Transsexual, Transylvania. It's a long and complicated story, but it ends with the fact that I came here from a completely different galaxy. My brother, Riffraff, was sent with me. I'm 12, he's 14.

If you're still reading this, good for you. I'm glad someone can keep up with me.

We were sent to a foster home in some town called Denton after we'd been found as homeless. I didn't like the idea of it but Riffraff said we had to. Our "foster parents" are two goody-goodies who have nothing better to do than eat bland, tasteless food and follow every rule established on this wretched planet. And, to my chagrin, some idiot made a law a while back that minors must attend six hours of hell a day.

They call it school.

I call it hell.

So they put me in a class in the seventh grade at Denton Junior High. I'm in a "homeroom" class with Mr. Scott. I heard he's still in school to teach some other class.

Riffraff is in a completely different school. He's at Denton High School.

It sucks to not be with my brother. It just sucks.

Now I'm stuck here in a big yellow truck, sitting alone in the back. That's not too bad. I'm glad I get a chance to think. Maybe it won't be so bad, as long as I stay out of everyone's way and they stay out of-

"Hi there!"

My thoughts broke and I nearly jumped out of my skin as I saw the short, red headed girl that stood before me. Her hair was cut in a bob around her jaw, slightly hidden by a sparkling fedora perched on the top of her head. She wore a bright pink top with yellow, blue, and green designs on it with extremely short jeans.

"Uh, hey." I breathed, looking back out the window.

"My name's Columbia but everyone calls me Bia or C or Collie but I hate Collie so don't call me that," The girl quickly sat down close to me, still smiling with her pink lips that obviously had some sort of sheer coating on them. "What's your name?"

"My name's Magenta." I growled, wishing with all my strength that she would go away.

"Wow! That's such a cool name! I named my dog Magenta when I was younger because I watched Blue's Clues but I didn't think someone would name their kid that!" she gasped. I was getting more and more annoyed by her squeaky voice than her inability to stop talking. "Anyway are you new? I don't think you were here last year. Did you move from somewhere? Where did you move from?"

I sighed, knowing I couldn't tell her I came from a different galaxy so I just came up with a city I had heard of while Riff was watching a television box. "New York City."

"Wow! New York? I've never been there is it cool? Is it fun? Did you see Broadway? Fifth Avenue? I want to be on Broadway, you know. I'm taking tap lessons now! It's going to be so cool. Where did you live? Times Square? Can you even live there?"

"I don't know, okay?" I huffed. She was really annoying.

"Alright. Hey are you in Mr. Scott's class?"

"Yes,"

"Oh boy, me too! We're going to be in the same class! That's so exciting!"

"Yeah, really."

"Hey, I love your outfit."

This made me look up. Ever since I had landed on Earth no one's given me a compliment, rarely even looked in my direction. I scanned my outfit to remember if I was wearing anything special. I wasn't. I was wearing a black tank top and a pair of dark denim pants, plus a pair of work boots.

"Thanks." I heard myself say. That was unusual.

"No problem! It's very stylish. And is your hair naturally curly?"

Now I had no idea what she was asking. Naturally Curly? Was that a hair style?

"Yes, it is."

"It's gorgeous!" she gushed. As annoying as this girl was, she made me feel pretty good about myself.

"Thank you."

The bus came to a stop again, letting on another boy. He was about the same height as Columbia and had dark, gelled hair. He wore a strange black jacket that looked rough and not too comfortable. The boy made his way to the seat directly next to us.

I looked at Columbia. She was looking at the floor, trying to suppress a giggle. I didn't understand what the heck had happened to her.

"Are you alright?" I asked, confused.

Columbia sat immediately up and shushed me. "Stop talking!"

"Why?"

"He's going to hear us!"

"Who?"

"Eddie!" she put up a hand to shield the finger she pointed at the boy that now reclined with his feet on the seat in front of him.

"You do realize you sound ridiculous right now, correct?"

"What? No!" she quickly denied that preposterous idea. "I just like him. A lot."

I rolled my eyes. "So go tell him."

"I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

She paused. I failed to see logic in the past exchange of words. "Because I just can't!"

"That makes no sense."

Before she could retaliate with a less-than-witty comeback, the bus came to a stop in front of a looming, brick building.

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