A/N: I know, you guys. No update on Alternate and Improbable History. I'm sorry. It will be done…right after this. Now, this is a request by retro mania, or my version of it any way. It's based off of Lois Lane: Superman's Girlfriend issue #106, entitled "I am Curious BLACK", where Lane becomes a black woman for 24 hours to experience life on the other side of the two races. Don't worry, this doesn't mean she becomes a monkey or something, thankfully the writers were very pro civil rights and racial equality, as I hope to be here. Enjoy!

Weird.

That's what this school was, thought Penny Peterson. After recieving a kid with a dog for a dad, hating that kid, teasing him(how she wished she hadn't), convincing him to let you manage to screw with time as we know it(how she wished he hadn't), and being saved and falling in love with that kid(yeah, she admitted it), you tend to be pretty hard to be suprised. But, this sure suprised her.

In front of the class was a girl, shifting her feet and looking down at the floor, as if she wished she could melt into it. Her skin was dark, a rich, chocolate tone, with matching eyes and frizzy black hair in a loose 'fro. She was wearing a navy blue Detroit Tigers shirt, along with dark grey pants(it was October, after all). She stole the spotlight away from the sixty something year old teacher. As everyone in the room stared and gaped, the teacher launched into the typical speech.

"Now class, please welcome our new student. Jackie, was it?", asked the teacher with a raised eyebrow.

"J-Jacquile. Jacquile Williams," stammered back Jacquile. Jeez, was she shy, thought Penny.

"Right. Sorry, Jacquile. Anyway, give her a nice welcome to Susan B. Anthony Elementary, kids!"

Hard to believe living in a city of about ten million people, he had never seen a girl who looked like this before. A flood of questions began to run in. She knew looking like this ment she was "black", but she didn't know why. Shouldn't it be "brown"? And she knew she was "white", but was there a diference? Do "blacks" live differently than "whites"?She knew the jokes her husband sometimes used when he had a few more drinks than usual(she was 8, but she wasn't stupid). Was that the truth? What is it like to be…different, like Sherman or Jackquil or whatever her name was? What did it mean to have skin like her, or family like him? What did it mean to be different?

It was soon lunch, and the girl had barely spoken. And Penny still had no answers to her questions.

"So, Sherman, what do you think of the new kid?", she asked, biting into her ham and cheese sandwich.

"Well, she seems okay," responded Sherman, swallowing part of his usual tuna sandwich.

"I don't know, Sherman…she's barely spoken! Isn't that suspicious to you?", she asked.

"Give her a chance, Penny. She just arrived, she's nervous. If somone would go over there and talk to her, make her feel welcome...", stealtily(he thought so) suggested Sherman.

"No way. I can't risk doing that! I'm popular!", she whined. "What if she turns out to be a loser?" Sherman shot her a quick glare.

"Do it.", he said, with no question evident in his tone.

"No!", she protested.

"Oh, just do it! Come on, Penny!", he begged.

"Fine, I'll do it. Whatever.", she huffed. She hated to end her statements with "whatever". It means she lost.

She walked over to her table. She was sitting all alone, eating her apple. It was much like their first meeting, except the roles were reversed. Penny was the one bouncing from foot to foot, and Jacquile was sitting patiently, waiting for an explanation for what was in front of her.

"Uh, hi!", she uttered, nervously. Oh my God, I sound like a dork.

Jacquile looked at her for a minute. "…Hi?"

"I'm Penny."

"Jacquile. But you knew that. Why are you over here?"

"C-cuz I thought you'd be nervous, with a new school and everything. Really? Boy, I sound STUPID!

"A little. But I mean, why should I trust you? Are you trying to prank me or something?", she asked.

"No! Why would I?!", she yelled.

"Are you blind?! Cause I'm different, whitey!"

Penny had never been called that before. Penny was getting angry. Why was she so crazy?! Couldn't she see she was just trying to be friends?

"What's your problem, homie?", she said, dripping the last word in sarcasm. By now the entire cafeteria was engaged in the conversation.

"My problem is I can smell when something's fishy, alpha bitch!", bit back Jacquile, cueing a chorus of "Oooooooo"s.

"Jacquile! Penny! Here, now!", yelled the teacher, effectively ending the lunch and a show.

As the two students dregged over to the hallway and the rest of the students resumed eating, Penny noticed an odd coincidence. There's been two new students in one year. She managed to get both of them in trouble. On both of their first days, at lunch, no less.

Weird, indeed.