Summary: Carter Mason is the new girl in school and everyone can't help but stare. It's either from her devilish good looks or from her spiked collar, but either way, she's attracting a lot of attention.

Carter let out a loud huff as they pulled into the drive way. She looked up at the new house and stepped out of the car, quickly heading to the front door. She made her way upstairs and slowly unraveled herself into her bedroom where all the furniture was already set up.

She flopped on her bed and pulled out her sketch pad, and began to write: Dear Random Piece of Paper That I Grace With My Thoughts, New state. New house. New school. No friends. No car. No energy. I'm just so tired of everything/everyone. It's an amazing house but I don't feel like making new friends, not that my old ones were great… I want to go to bed. I don't feel like having a celebratory dinner at a themed restaurant. I don't see why we should celebrate us moving to a new state all because of me. Well, it's not my fault! It's everyone else's for being so close-minded. Why is it so hard to believe that love/sex could be found in the most unsuspecting places even if it's with another guy/girl/robot? It's the 2000's. You'd think people would…

"Carter?" her dad knocked on the door. "Are you almost done getting ready?"

Carter rolled her eyes and took her attention away from her paper. "Yeah."

"Okay, Pal! Be down in ten."

"Sure, dad!" She brought her attention back to her paper. It sucks, but I'm glad that my dad would do this all for me. She smiled and put down her paper, and began to get ready for her first day in a new town.

Applebee's was crowded. Mostly there were just teenagers scraping up pocket change to pay off their bill, or sharing appetizers so it wouldn't cost so much.

"Table for two, please." Alex's dad said with his famous grin.

Alex shuffled her feet uncomfortably as she saw almost half the restaurant look up from their plates and directly at her. I hope we get a seat near the door.

"Okay," A tall, slim hostess spoke. Carter looked up and involuntarily smiled. She couldn't help but smile every time she saw a hot girl. "Right this way." Her dad turned around and playfully nudged her since he knew exactly what his daughter was thinking.

The walk to the table was one of the most uncomfortable walk she'd done since graduating junior high school. It seemed that everyone who was once cackling loudly with their friends about a YouTube video, were immediately whispering to one another.

Carter's father soon noticed her discomfort when they sat down. "Hi, I'm Cindy and I'll be you waitress for the evening. Would you like to start off with a drink?"

"Ah, yeah. I'll have a Heineken."

"I'll get a lemonade, and I'm just going to order a burger." Carter played with the edges of her menu and tried not to make eye contact with the group of rowdy teenagers across from her.

"Oh, me too."

"Okay. Great. Medium or well don…"

"Medium rare. And fries." They said in unison.

The waitress nodded and skipped off with their order. Once she was gone, Joe leaned forward across the table. "You alright, Pal?"

Carter nodded. "It just feels like everyone is staring at me."

He shrugged. "Not to be a downer but you know why they're staring."

She tugged at her spiked collar and nodded. "I feel comfortable dressed this way, I just wish other people didn't make me feel uncomfortable dressed this way."

Her eyes betrayed her commands and glanced up. She caught a glimpse of a girl (a really hot girl), at the table across from them. It felt like she was trying to burn a hole through her face. This girl was completely hot with her in-fashion clothes, very little and very well done make up, and her huge brown eyes that were still burning a hole through her face…

"It's okay, Pal. Let's not worry about everyone else and try to have a nice night." He weakly smiled, and she gave him one in return.

All she could think about was all the dirty looks she received all night. It truly bothered her, even though she usually acts like it doesn't. She sighed and turned the radio up, trying to drown out her own thoughts.

"Hey," her dad said excitedly. Carter looked up and out of the car window. "They're doing that dancing game that you like." He slowed the car down, trying to get a better look into the arcade.

"I know what I'm doing tomorrow." Carter smiled, happy that she was able to find something in this town worth doing.

"And those kids are doing that um… shake…. Shi… um…"

"It's called Shuffle Dancing, dad." Carter corrected him, entranced by the many plans she was making in her head.

"Yeah, Shuffle Dancing. Maybe you can take the car tomorrow and chill out here."

Carter smiled widely. "Sounds like an awesome plan.

Carter pulled into the parking lot attached to the arcade and practically skipped inside. Nearly everyone stopped and looked at the outsider enter into their arcade. Her excitement went on reserve and slowly entered to take a look around. They had the classic games like Pac-Man, Dig-Dug, Asteroids, and even Galaga. She went to the machine and received a batch of quarters. The DDR machine was definitely calling her name.

She was completely excited until she actually saw the machine. A small crowd of friends were hovering over the machine, waiting for the first pair to finish with their turn. Carter rolled her eyes and swiftly left the arcade before she was noticed.

She did her best to stop the jingling from the mass amounts of quarters she stuffed in her pocket but grew tired of the task. She spotted what looked like one of those 1950's soda shops and decided to check it out. The arcade can wait another day.

The soda shop was filled with color, which made her stand out even more, but it was an amazing sight. It was almost like she stepped through a time machine, aside from the music and the people. Like everywhere else she went, everyone looked up and whispered. Carter put her eyes to the floor and made her way to the counter. She gave the menu a quick look and settled for cheese fries and a classic Coke©.

She heard the whispers grow louder and more urgent, but was still inaudible to her. A gentle tap was prodded at her shoulder blades which made her jump and turn.

"Hey," The blonde with unbelievably white teeth smiled at her. "I just came over to you to tell you that," she pointed back at her table where six of her friends sat. One of the girls she recognized from the night before. She was the really hot girl that glared at her all night from across the room. She averted her eyes to meet the blonde's. "That boy over there likes you."

Carter cocked an eyebrow, unsure of what to say. "Th-thank you?" She said and turned back around to check on her order.

She felt another prod from her bony finger. "Well, you see, that's not a good thing." Carter turned around. "That is my boy friend."

"Well, you should really talk to him about that, and tell him I'm not interested." She turned back to the counter to retrieve her fries, and turned back around to see that she was still standing there.

She looked like she was trying to find words to say. "You don't get it, Freak Show." Carter's eyes narrowed. "You come in here with your leather pants and piercings in your face and… and…"

"I also have two here, if you didn't notice." She grinned, and exposed her anterior superior pelvis to show her bars that settled on both sides of her V.

The blonde began to fume. "No one wants to see all that, you slut."

"Awesome. 'Cause I was just leaving so we all could be happy."

Her boy friend made his way over. "Whoa! Calm down." He stood between the two girls and Carter stepped to the side to make her way to the front door.

"I'm not done talking, Bitch!" she exclaimed as she snatched at Carter's arm.

Carter quickly recoiled her arm and snapped right back. "Don't fuckin' touch me, Barbie!" She said through gritted teeth and backed out towards the door with her Coke © and cheese fries. The girl was being held back by her boy friend spat towards Carter and screamed inaudible words. Carter smiled at her and laughed. "I'll remember you, Sweety." She said as she blew a kiss to her and made her way towards the arcade parking lot. I really should have chanced it with the DDR machine.

A/N: Next Chapter: First Day of School. She meets up with even more unfriendly characters, and characters who are just too friendly.

P.S. Too tired to re-read my story before posting it. Tell me what you think!