Hi everybody! Pika418 here! Some of you may have read my old fic, Disney Academy. Well, I'm back with a whole new story! It starts off kinda slow, but it gets better. Time to get started! And yes, before anyone asks, Amy's hair is supposed to be blue, but she has brown hair in the picture because I don't have the time, patience, or skill to change her hair color since the dollmaker I used didn't have blue as a color option, but I did add some streaks like I did with Avery from Big Hero Miraculous. From left to right, top row first, is Laurel, Alex, Nathan, Pete, Amy, Roxy.

Amy's POV

Do you ever get the feeling that you were meant for bigger things? Even if you feel like you're the most worthless, useless, person, there's just this voice inside you, telling you it's not true. Yeah, I've been there. I used to think like that, anyway. I was so optimistic when I was young, but now those days are over. You see, I... wait a minute, why am I telling you my story? Ugh, nevermind. Just, forget you ever met me, believe me, it's way easier than it sounds.

Laurel's POV

I'll take it from here, Amy. So, what we're about to tell you is top secret. Seriously, tell anyone, especially our parents, consider yourself dead. Also, it's pretty unbelievable what we went through, but it was really great. It all started on an ordinary Monday morning.

I walked into school with my music on full blast. I was always one of the first kids in class, but I was surprised to walk into English class to find a blue-haired girl leaning over her desk. She was in the back row, and was wearing a black and grey hoodie, black pants, and black boots. It was obvious to tell what this girl's favorite color was. I walked past her desk and noticed she was hunched over a binder, writing something. She glanced up at me and turned her back, and her binder, away from me. I took my seat in the front row and took one more look at her, and she had her face buried in her binder, pressing hard against the paper as she wrote.

After a few minutes, my best friend, Roxanna, came into the room. She also stopped to look at Blue, who didn't notice her at all. "Roxy, over here!" I said waving. She sighed and sat next to me. We didn't actually sit next to each other in class, but the girl who sits next to me preferred a seat in the back, so sometimes I'll nag Roxy to sit next to me.

Soon, the entire class was full, except for the empty seat in front of Blue. Alicia was late again. Figures. She always ditches class, and she's one of the most irritating people alive. Her two friends, Kimberly and Madison, weren't much better, but at least they had some morals. The door swung open and Alicia walked in angrily. As she was walking to her seat, she tripped over Blue's backpack.

"Sorry." The new girl said in a quiet voice. "You shouldn't put your bag there." Alicia snapped, an irritable tone in her voice. "Maybe you shouldn't trip over it." Blue came back with under her breath. Poor kid. I thought to myself. Still, it took guts to stand up to her.

"What was that?" Alicia asked. Blue was dead silent. "I repeat. What did you just say?" She asked again.

"Technically, you didn't repeat. First you asked 'what was that?', then you asked 'what did you say?'" Blue replied, slightly louder.

"It doesn't matter, I want you to repeat what you just said to me." Alicia said impatiently, folding her arms.

"Technically, you didn't repeat..."

Alicia groaned in annoyance. "Whatever, just don't leave your stuff where I'm trying to walk." As much as I hated Alicia, I was unsure of what to think of this new girl. She did apologize, but then she started messing with the most intimidating girl at school. It was too early to judge, she could end up being worse than Alicia.

After what felt like forever, it was time for lunch. I sat down at my table and noticed Blue walk in. This time I could see her face. She had ghostly pale skin and dark brown eyes, but from a distance, they looked black. The girl had a worried look on her face, holding her binder tightly against her chest. She sat down at an empty section of the table, hunched over her binder, and continued to write. Nathan looked over at her. "You can sit over here if you want to." He offered. The new girl looked at him, stared for a couple seconds, and scooted herself closer. She continued to write and block out her surroundings.

Nathan shrugged and continued talking to his friends. I was unsure of what I was about to do. Blue looked and acted tough, but something told me that she's actually harmless. "Hey, blue girl, get your butt over here!" I shouted across the room. She turned to look at me and I waved. Blue grabbed her backpack, binder, and lunchbag and walked over to my table slowly, slouched over. She sat next to me and looked at me, waiting.

"Alright, what's up with you?" I asked her. She looked down at the table. "What isn't up with me is the real question."

I felt bad for her, but I wasn't sure whether or not I trusted her yet. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." I mentioned. I couldn't just keep calling her Blue. "Amy." She stated, emotionless.

"That's a pretty name." I said. "Thanks." She replied, eating her sandwich.

"So, you like to write?" Amy nodded, showing me her graphite-covered hands. "What do you write about?" I asked. "Just my life and the weighted pain that fills it. Journal entries, poetry, songs, all about my shattered life."

Ok, the blueberry needs a hug! I put my hand on her shoulder, she flinched at my touch. "It can't be that bad." I reassured her.

"My parents never wanted another child, they just thought my cousin was cute as a baby, and I happened. Then they screwed up raising me, I was treated like a baby until I was 12. I know I have problems, but I don't understand them, and my parents aren't doing anything to help me understand. But this does. I'm figuring myself out, analyzing my past and comparing the results to mental health websites."

I tried to hold back my tears. "That is so sad! Why do you torture yourself like that?" Amy sighed. "I'm not trying to torture myself, it's just a side affect. Every bit helps, but I'm constantly reminded of my past, all the mistakes I made, the abuse from my classmates, and the discovery that the world outside my home is cold and bitter, and in order to fit in, you have to adapt to it."

Ok, I had to put a stop to this. "But you don't have to be that way, most of the other kids here are nice, you just have to give us a chance!" I said optimistically.

"Never worked out for me." She responded, almost angry. "I gave them a chance, and they pushed me beyond the point of breaking." I tilted my head. "Just because you got in a little argument with Alicia? She hates everyone." I told her. "Not just her, you-you wouldn't understand!" Amy gathered her things and got up. "Where are you...?" I tried to ask. "Just forget it!" She shouted. Everyone in the room turned to look at her. "I gotta go." She said with a upset tone as she ran out into the hallway.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about Amy. I was sitting in science class when Roxy walked in. She sat next to me. "Hey Laurel. What's up?" She asked, noticing I was deep in thought.

"Oh, hey Roxy. It's nothing, it's just... have you met the new girl?" I asked her. She shook her head. "No, not yet. But Alicia was talking about her all through Spanish class." She told me.

"What was she saying?" I asked. "Uh, I'd better not repeat it." Roxy replied. "Did you meet her? What's she like?"

I made sure Amy wasn't in the room. "A walking tearjerker novel, everything she says is so sad! I tried being nice to her, but she wouldn't have any of it, she refuses to believe anyone could possibly like her."

Roxy smirked. "You told her to 'get her butt over here,' didn't you?" I nodded and smiled awkwardly. Roxy knew me all too well.

"Maybe your approach was too harsh, she seems really shy, so the last thing she wants is to be dragged out of her comfort zone. I'll try talking to her next time I see her. "

As if on command, Amy walked into the room. "Well, there she is, go for it!" I whispered. Amy gave me a dirty look and went to her seat. Roxy shook her head. "Not right away, I have to figure out what she likes, then I can bring out her positive side." I glanced back at her. "Darkness, hair dye, being depressed, writing sad songs, now go!" I pushed her over to where Amy was sitting.

"Uh, hi!" Roxy said awkwardly. Amy looked up from her paper. "Hey." She instantly went back to her writing.

"What are you writing about?" Roxy asked.

"You don't need to know." Amy snapped back. "And you can tell your friend to stay out of my business. I know the only reason you're talking to me is so you can find some dirty secret about me and tell everyone. I wasn't born yesterday, I know how it works. Everything you say can and will be held against you, so try not to speak."

Wow, what have her old classmates done to her to make her think like that?

"I'm not trying to get secrets out of you, I just thought you might be lonely." Amy glared at her. "I've been lonely my entire life and have managed on my own, what makes you think I need someone now? You're not fooling me one bit, you're not getting past my defenses, no one is, ever."

She went back to her writing. Roxy gave up and sat back next to me. Alicia walked into class, (ten minutes late) and sat in the back with her friends. I overheard them talking about her again. Roxy and I looked back at Amy, and I saw a couple tears fall on her page. Her arms were shaking and her fists were clenched. Finally...

"What was that?" She got up and walked towards the back. The room filled with tension. "I repeat, what was that?" She smirked and folded her arms. "Go ahead, tell the class what you just said about me, out loud, so everyone can hear you."

Alicia and her friends stared in shock at the new girl. "That's what I thought. I hope you'll remember this for future reference. Anything you say can and will be held against you, so keep your mouth shut." She walked back to her desk, the three girls in the back staring in shock.

"Alicia, Kimberly, Madison, can I see you at my desk?" The teacher asked.

"Nice work." Roxy said. "No one's ever stood up to them before." I added. She shrugged. "They push me, I push them back, harder." Alicia and her two friends walked back to their seats, smiling. I saw Alicia shove Amy's chair as she walked past. "Amy, can I see you at my desk?" The teacher asked. "Not again." She murmured under her breath as she walked over. I could tell Alicia made up some lie so she could turn the tables on Amy, judging by her smile and the way she shoved Amy's chair. This couldn't end well.

Amy's POV

"You see, Amy, Alicia didn't mean to offend you, it was meant as a joke, she didn't expect you to take it seriously. So next time, maybe you shouldn't blow up like that."

Was she seriously this clueless? I nodded and walked back to my seat. Alicia and her friends looked at each other and chuckled. Vengeance will be mine. The two girls who sat in front of me turned around again.

"Are you ok?" Asked the first girl. "I thought we went over this, I haven't been 'ok' since I was five." I replied, annoyed.

I went back to writing my latest song. It was about how I always dress as the "good guys" on Halloween because according to everyone else, I'm evil every other day. It was the last period of the day, so I had to go on the bus in a bad mood. I took my phone out and turned on the song "Misery Business" by Paramore to try and ease my pain. I held back my tears for the entire ride home. But the second I walked through the door, down they fell.

"How was your first day? Oh, not good." My mom said when she saw me. "What happened, sweetheart?" She asked. "I hate my school, I hate my classmates, I hate my homework, and I hate California." I told her through my bitter tears. Mom hugged me. "Oh, Amy, I'm sorry we had to move. I know you miss your friends, but I thought this would be easier, you'd have a fresh start." I kept crying. "It doesn't matter where I go, you can take me out of the darkness, but you can't take the darkness out of me. I'm stuck like this forever."

My older sister, Alex, walked in the room. "Rough first day of school, huh?" She asked. "What do you expect? I'm a freak." I said. Alex chuckled. "You're a freak? I'm the one who has an actual squirrel skull in my room as a decoration. You're one of the more normal people in our family. Trust me, plenty of kids your age have depression, it's not that big a deal. I had it when I was your age, and so did mom." I wiped my eyes on my sleeve. "But you didn't have it as bad. Everywhere I go, everyone hates me. It's impossible for anyone to like me because I'm so abnormal. I'm the only one with dyed hair, the only girl who doesn't dress nice or wear makeup, and I'm almost certain I'm the only Disney fan." I sighed. "Wanna go get milkshakes?" Alex asked. I nodded and we got in her car.

We were quiet for a few minutes as she started driving. "So, just out of curiosity, what happened today? Did someone actually make fun of you, or was it all in your head?" I sighed. Most of it WAS in my head. "Well, I have reasons to be paranoid, but there were a couple girls, and boy, they really got me fired up. This chick comes into class super late and trips over my backpack, then makes a big deal out of it. And her comebacks, they were so cringy and stupid. And later, she and her annoying little sidekicks were talking smack about me, so I marched over there and put them their place."

Alex nodded. "What's so bad about that? You confidently stepped up, showed them who's boss, and made them look bad, that's good!" She said. "It was, until the teacher got involved." I made a gagging face and continued. "So first, she talks to the three girls at her desk, but then they start playing themselves off as innocent, saying how 'they didn't mean for it to be offensive,' and then the teacher believed them, and now she thinks I've got an anger problem!" Alex sighed. "Yep, that's today's society in a nutshell. Were there any other kids who you might consider being friends with?"

I thought about it. "Two girls and one boy noticed me in a non-negative way, but I don't trust any of them. They're probably just like my old childhood 'friends.' They'll be super nice to me just so they can get invited over to the 'freaky girl's' house, snap a few pictures and video clips, go home, and post them online! It's the same old story every time! Always has been, always will be. I'm done trying, why bother? They're not worth my time. I've gone 14 years alone, why stop now?"

Two milkshakes, tons of complaints about life, and one car ride home later, Alex and I sat on the couch. Mom walked into the living room holding something. "This came in the mail, I thought you might appreciate it, Amy." She handed me the paper, it was my monthly Disney sticker sheet. I've gotten them since I was a kid. Every time one came in the mail, I'd stick them all over my room. It's pretty shocking to walk into my bedroom for the first time and find Mickey and friends scattered all over the place. Which is why I always keep my door closed, even when I'm not in there, so no one sees in there unless I want them to. I decided to sticker my room later, though, since I really wasn't in the mood for it.

I have to say I'm glad I didn't use them right away, because Alex gave me a great idea. "Amy, I just had a genius moment that could very well be the answer to all your problems!" She exclaimed. "Well, what is it?" I asked. "Ok, what's the one thing kids of all ages like, no matter how old they get?" She asked.

"Pizza?"

"No."

"Ice-cream?"

"No."

"Cake?"

"No!"

I thought about it. "I'm running out of food, Alex, just tell me!" She grabbed my sheet of stickers. "Theme parks! Specifically, Disneyland." I looked at her confused. "What's your point?" I asked. "We live in California now, we can easily go!" I folded my arms. "Mom and dad would never go for it. They hate walking, waiting, the heat, and plus they've already been once, they don't wanna go again, especially not now that they have kids that they have to pay for."

Alex started to pace the room. "That may be true, but I'm an adult with a job, so I can pay for myself, and you got filthy rich after your last birthday, and plus mom and dad like you best and will do anything to make you happy since that's become nearly impossible since you entered your teen years."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Sometimes I acted overly dramatic so I could get my parents to buy stuff for me. I'm so good, I'm bad, as I always say.

"Even if we do get to go, what does any of this have to do with kids?" I asked.

"With your stickers and my drawing skills, we'll create a super cool, artsy petition begging mom and dad to take us. And those three nice kids from school along with you and myself are going to sign it, and they'll get to come with us in return for signing it, and BAM! You're instantly cool!"

I shook my head. "Alex, I'm not going to bribe kids into being my friends. I want them to like me, for me. But I guess even you can see how impossible that is. Of all of my old classmates I used to play with, only five of them are still on good terms with me, and they're all back at home." Alex smiled. "You're in a new place with new people who know nothing about you, the real, true, perfect you that I know. And I know that they are going to love you, even if you are a little weird, because you're funny, sweet, you stand up for what you believe in, and you strive to be different and unique."

I started to smile. "Thanks Alex. You know, maybe you're right, maybe I am too hard on my peers, I mean, if I had just kept my mouth shut, Alicia could've turned out to be a good person." I thought about it for a second. "Nah, it wouldn't have mattered." We both burst out laughing. "C'mon, let's get to work." I said, taking my sticker sheet. "I thought you hated my idea." Alex replied with a smirk. "Well, it's not bribing if I get them to like me first. Challenge accepted." We went upstairs to Alex's room to start making the petition, and I could start making my new life.

Like I said, it starts off slow. Not all the main characters have been introduced yet, there's one left, he'll show up in the next chapter. See you then!