Everyone likes the new girl, right?

That's what my mother told me.

Untrue.

What if this new girl was framed for something she didn't do? Sent to juvenile hall and now has a reputation. Treated like a freaking delinquent. Then they ran from juvenile hall. My parents know I'm innocent. So I still get to live in my house. But they don't know I ran away- they think I did my time in jail. So they don't know that I have to disguise as a boy to avoid getting caught.

Hi. I'm Candy.

I'm twelve years old and I'm going to a new skool. Yippee…

I started out the morning by turning off my stupid alarm clock. Why me? I knew I would soon get revenge on whoever framed me. But anyway, I got dressed into jeans and a denim jacket along with black boots. I put on a short dark brown wig and brown contacts to cover my bright blue eyes. I could pass as a boy now. No chance of me getting caught. But I'm still scared.

Ah, At least it's Friday. A good day to start skool.

I brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen to make waffles. I packed my stuff in my bag. My iphone, notebooks, pencils, and some more crap.

I left quickly before my parents woke up so they didn't see me dressed as a dude. When I got to skool, I was instructed to go to the front of the class and announce my name…I couldn't tell them I was a guy named 'Candy'.

"I'm Justin." I said in a boyish voice. "I do all my homework and I'm a good student."

My teacher, Ms. Bitters told me to sit down.

I did as I was told.

Sitting next to me, however, was the person who framed me. I could recognize him anywhere. Green skin. Lilac eyes, a maroon outfit. It was him. You see, months ago I was out shopping. I saw him run out with a few things without paying so I stopped him. I turned to see that the police were behind me but when I turned back, the green kid was gone- and he had placed every stolen item in my bag. They had him contacted and he said that I had stolen it…he's evil…

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. A boy with scythe-like hair, a trench coat, black jeans, and boots was behind me.

"Yes?" I asked quietly with no traces of rudeness.

"Hi. I'm Dib. Hey, Justin, do you see that green kid?" he asked me.

"NO." I said sarcastically. "Yes. What about him?"

"His name is Zim. He's an alien. Can't you see! Come over to my house after skool and I'll show you some pictures."

"…sure…" I said as the bell rang for lunch.

I walked to the cafeteria. They had baloney sandwiches…I hate baloney!

I sat down and both Zim and Dib sat next to me.

"Hey, new kid," Zim said, "Just so you know, that kid…Dib…is crazy… whatever he says is not true like things about aliens and stuff…HE LIES!"

"alright…" I said, giving him a strange look.

"That's not true." Dib said when the bell rang. We walked back to class, the teacher assigned homework, gave us a lesson on internal doom and we went home. Dib insisted that I come to his house so I did.

There, I saw a tall man with a large white lab coat and a girl with purple hair, who was playing a gameslave video game.

"Hey, dad." Dib said to the tall man, "This is my new friend, Justin. He's new to skool so I invited him over."

Since when are we friends?

"Oh. Hello." the man said to me, "Why don't you sleep over? Dib's been wanting to have a sleepover."

"Um…I'm not sure I can-"

"Oh, c'mon, Justin! It'll be fun!" Dib said with a smile. I didn't want to be rude…

"Okay…" I sighed. What have I gotten myself into?

Dib grabbed my arm and pulled my into his room. He grabbed like ten pictures.

"See? This is him without his disguise! These are his leaders, the Tallests…his robotic dog…"

Blah, blah, blah…

I was still trying to find out how to get out of sleeping over. I mean, he thinks I'm a boy! And if a girl has a sleepover with a guy…it's just not right…

"I…I HAVE BOWEL PROBLEMS PLEASE SEND ME HOME!" I screamed.

"Liar." Dib said. He could tell I was lying by the look on my face.

I slumped down in the spinning chair that I was sitting in. if I was stuck at a sleepover, why not do something fun?

"Do you have any microwave popcorn?" I asked. He nodded and went into the kitchen to make popcorn.

I could just leave…but that would make him upset…he thinks I'm his friend.

"Here." Dib said, coming back about three minutes later with popcorn and a few movies.

"Would you like to sleep on the floor or up on my bed? I really don't mind the floor." Dib said.

"I-I'll sleep on the floor." I said. He put in the first movie. The grudge 2.

I like scary movies. This one wasn't that scary though.

We had been watching movies for many hours. It was 12am when I finally started to get tired.

"D-dib…I'm kind of tired now…and I don't have extra pajamas." I said.

"Would you like to borrow some of mine? I have a shirt but you may have to sleep in those pants."

"Okay." I said as he handed me a shirt. I started walking to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"The bathroom. To change my shirt." I said.

"We're both guys. You can put it on in here." he said.

Oh boy.

"N-no…I…I'm not comfortable…because…I think I'm fat and I'm embarrassed." I said.

"Um…the first time I saw you, I thought you were anorexic or something. You're thinner than me."

"YOU'RE FAT TOO!"

"Um…okay…you can change in the bathroom if you really want to…" Dib said. I sighed and walked to the bathroom. I took off my jacket and T-shirt and put on the shirt he had given me. I walked out and well…my bra strap was visible!

"A-are you wearing a bra, dude?" Dib asked me.

"N-no."

"Then what's that?"

"An undershirt."

"Why does it have an adjuster?"

"IT JUST DOES!" I screamed, sitting back on the floor to watch the movie that was on. Marley and Me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me. He looked over and saw that I was crying.

"N-no." I said. "I'm not okay."

"Why not? Is it because you don't want to sleep over?"

"No. I don't really care anymore. I'm actually having a good time but…"

"But what?"

"That's the thing…I…I can't tell you."

He gave me a weird look.

"Can I do anything to help?"

"Not at this point." I said with a sob. It was hard to sound like a boy when I was crying.

"Do you want to go home?"

"No. I like it here."

"Can you tell me anything?"

"No. if I told you one thing…you…you'd know the rest." I said. He looked confused.

"Why are you crying?" he asked firmly. I looked at the movie Marley and Me again.

"BECAUSE MARLEY DIED!"

"It's not that sad…" he said.

"YES IT IS!" I said, but this time, I screamed in a high-pitched girly voice.

"Dude…" he said, "Someone needs to go through puberty…"

"No I…I have…it's just that…"

"What?"

I stood up and took off my wig and contacts.

"I'm a girl. My name is Candy. Candy Rodriguez."

And he was speechless.