I made some significant changes to make the series more interesting. I'll post the next episode soon enough.


It's a beautiful sunny morning in the peaceful utopia of Todayland, as usual. The people who weren't walking independently would either ride the mini monorail or the transportation bubbles. Everyone is dressed like it's the fifties but with a sixties modern art design.


At the local high school, Todayland High, the building is being supported by an anti-gravity platform. Some of the students are hanging out in front of the building. The other students are inside, searching their lockers and roaming the halls. The girls talk endlessly about fashion, boys, and parties. The boys ogle the girls, play cards, and talk about "romantic" conquests (a term I use loosely). In the teacher's lounge, the teachers sip their coffee and they all plan to assign tests on the same day.

At the main entrance of the school, in walks everybody's favorite teen, the richest kid in the city, Wilbur Robinson. All the students watch him strut through the hall, rocking a shirt like one he wore two years ago, only with long sleeves and three narrow lightning bolts. He's also wearing torn denim jeans, aqua high tops, and black, fingerless gloves. Despite all these changes, he still has his family's signature cowlick. Wilbur decides to give his female admirers a wink and a few finger shots. This predictably makes them swoon and scream like horror movie victims. The boys approve of his style and popularity, but hold a slight jealousy towards him. While Wilbur tries to maintain a fair amount of integrity, he still enjoys the kind attention he gets. He eventually spots the three most popular people in school, who he often hangs out with. One is Calvin, who wears a newsboy cap and suspenders. Another is Jamal, who dresses like it's the seventies, right down to the outdated afro. Last is Morgan Ramirez, who has a pixie cut, a t-shirt, jeans, converse, and a varsity jacket. She's the student council president and captain of the Todayland Tasmanian Devils zapball team. She's also Wilbur's biggest admirer. They all greet and include Wilbur in their conversation. They talk about the new girl said to come this very day. Wilbur's not particularly fond of associating with this group of brain-dead jerks, but he figures hanging out with them is better than nothing.

"So," Calvin says, "anyone know what she looks like?"

"I heard she's from Albania or something," says Jamal.

"She probably stinks like bratwurst," says Morgan.

"Actually, I've heard European girls are fairly attractive," Wilbur comments.

"Well hopefully, she doesn't shift your attention away from me."

Morgan flirtatiously rests her elbow on Wilbur's shoulder, much to his discomfort. He wishes he could be surrounded by a better company, especially when he turns his head to see a group of vapid girls, giggling and gawking at him. While the other kids continue talking, he begins to think about the adventures he had when he was in middle school. He used to travel through time, meet history's most famous figures, fight monsters and robots, even meet his own father as a kid. But after his biggest mess up ever, his dad relocated both his time machines to Robinson Industries and installed the most advanced, heavily armed security known to man. Since then, Wilbur was forced to say goodbye to his adventures. Now his only challenge in life has been surviving the merciless social hierarchy of high school.

Wilbur keeps listening to his "associates" conversation about the new girl. This makes him think about the house that was built next door to his house last week, though "house" might be a stretch. It's more like a Victorian mansion. It's built with dark gray planks, making it look like it's been abandoned for years. Wilbur concludes that the new girl must be his new neighbor. He wonders how strange her family must be to live in a haunted-looking mansion.

At least the Robinsons won't be the only eccentric billionaires in town.


In the schoolyard, a random student sees someone come up the travel tube at the edge of the anti-gravity platform. When the person comes out of the tube, the student gasps in shock and disbelief. A few other students hear the gasp and wonder what caused it, only to see the person from the tube and become shocked themselves. Soon, everybody is staring at the person standing in front of the tube, not knowing what to think.

This person is a girl around their age, wearing black side split sleeves and an emerald ring necklace. Underneath the sleeves is an eggplant tube top. She also wears a black hip corset and red plaid skirt. Finally, she has clunky, laced up, mahogany boots that make her legs look like pencils. She has bob-cut hair, like most of the women in town and her lips are naturally black. Her nails are long and sharp, painted with black nail polish. She carries a messenger bag in the shape of a monster skull with a big nose ring. Despite all this, the most peculiar thing about her is her grim, expressionless face. She looks as though she's killed someone and anyone could be next. She takes her time walking towards the entrance, everyone just stares at her.

When she opens the door, the people inside become just as dumbfounded as those outside. She ignores them and walks through the hall. Eventually, the popular kids notice the girl and each of them is stupefied by her appearance and demeanor, except Wilbur. He's instead curious and intrigued. He looks past the dark makeup and punk outfit and sees the enchanting layer underneath. Her pitch black hair is silky with high volume and her alabaster skin is without flaw. She has a heart-shaped face, a small button nose, and dainty black lips. She has the tight, narrow body of a French model. What really fascinates Wilbur, though, is the girl's eyes. Not only are they bigger than any pair he's ever seen (tee hee), but they are a luminous shade of indigo. Never in his life has he seen eyes as inviting as hers.

'Wonder how she looks without that makeup.

Everyone finally snaps out of their shock when the bell rings, so they go on their way to class. However, Wilbur continues to gaze at the punk girl opening her locker while the popular kids stare at her in disapproval.

"That's the new girl," Jamal exclaims in disbelief?! "She looks like she did time in juvie."

"She is kinda hot, though," Calvin states.

"Yeah, if you like skunx," Morgan snarks.

The boys laugh in agreement. Wilbur doesn't appreciate them mocking the punk girl, but he pays them no heed. He continues to watch her open her locker from only five feet away. Obviously, she can hear the boys making fun of her, but doesn't seem to care. She keeps putting her stuff in her locker while people stare at her as they walk by. She puts away her stuff before shutting the locker door and walking to her first class.

"I'll give her a little pep talk," states Morgan. "Hey, new girl!"

The punk girl looks behind to face Morgan who walks up to her.

"Morgan Ramirez, captain of the zapball team. I can see you're still adjusting to the country, so I thought I'd give you the low-down of how things work around here."

The punk girl can clearly see Morgan trying hold in her repugnance with disingenuous friendliness. Morgan is a mixture of an alpha girl and a dumb jock. She's envied by girls and admired by boys. However, anyone who actually knows her knows that she harasses anyone considered a loser and she will ruin the life of anyone who crosses her. Lexi pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket and presents it to the punk girl.

"Here's a map of the cafeteria's social seating protocol," says Kimber. "For you, I recommend either the 'stick bugs' table or the 'basket cases' table."

The punk girl ignores Morgan's judgment and starts to walk away, leaving her to stand in place. Morgan's confused, but she runs to the punk girl and stops in front of her.

"But you do look like you have some potential for the "royals" table, where I sit. You just have to wipe that mud off your face and ditch the thrift store clothes."

"That won't be necessary," the punk girl says with a deadpan tone. "I only eat outside."

Morgan is surprised by the punk girl's response, but she keeps her cool.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," says Morgan arrogantly. "If you don't have lunch inside like everyone else, they'll think you're a pathetic loser."

"But they respect a girl with obvious gender issues, right," sharply asks the punk girl.

Morgan's so flabbergasted by that insult, she can hardly say a thing. From afar, Wilbur and his "possie" heard that comment and are now equally shocked, leaving their mouths wide open.

"What," Morgan finally says.

"I'm just saying," says the punk girl," you're clearly trying too hard to be one of the guys. Acting like you're allergic to skirts doesn't make you special. It just makes you pitiful."

Morgan and the boys' disbelief grows further still. Morgan clutches her map and lets her smile fall into a teeth-clenching scowl. The punk girl walks away again, without Morgan following her, but she suddenly stops.

"Maybe take this as a lesson."

Morgan turns her head to face the punk girl. The punk turns her head, too, so they can make eye contact.

"Don't insult others if you can't handle it yourself."

The punk girl walks away for the last time without looking back. The popular boys, including Wilbur, all laugh at Morgan's humiliation. Morgan tears apart her map and stares at the punk girl with the eyes of a rabid animal.

Consider her dead.


Wanna see what the new girl looks like? Check out my DeviantArt page, ddvamp180, and you can find her there. Feel free to give me positive a/o negative feedback, whether on the fic or the character.