(A/N: I had this idea, and even though people may have written better versions of fanfictions similar to mine, I'm taking a shot at this. So review for me, I want to know whether or not to continue... And if you review for me, I'll return the favor! I've got a few chapters done already, and ready to publish, but will stop whenever if people don't like it. I wanted to write this for a long time, since I saw the movie actually... But could never get it donw on paper. My mind is so fickle sometimes! And keep an open mind while reading this, that's all I have to say. Actually, I wanted to say more, but forgot what that was... Oh well... REVIEW and I'll give you a clone of Morph... He's so gosh darn loveable! - My friend said that today and have repeated it to get on their nerves...)

Discalimer: I don't own Treasure Planet... I wish I owned it though becuase it is the work of geniuses!

Chapter 1

I'm a fifteen year old girl; I live on Montressor, the small mining planet. I have nothing going for me, nothing to live for.

I'm a dropout. In my father's words I'm "a piece of worthless trash." I think those were the last words he spoke before he left me. Good, I could care less what he said to me; he's gone and I'm happy. As far as I'm concerned, I'm a nothing, nobody. I don't matter.

My mother had left when I was… I think, seven. I dunno, I don't remember her too much; she wasn't around, and when she was, she avoided me.

I work at the Benbow Inn, at least when I'm home I do. Most days I run off, leaving poor Mrs. Hawkins to handle the place on her own. But she does have help, her son, Jim Hawkins, works bussing tables… when he is home. We're both misfits I guess. One of the few things we have in common.

Actually, scratch that, we have a lot in common. Both of our fathers have left us, and both of us are dropouts. We're misfits, just like I said before. We have nothing going for ourselves, and frankly, we could care less. At least his mother cares about him though, I really have no one. But he doesn't notice me, not many people do.

Mrs. Hawkins sees me; she says she cares about me and what I do with my life. She doesn't want Jim or me to end up throwing our lives away. I tell her not to worry, I can handle myself. Sure, she's lost most of the things that matter to her, and the old Benbow isn't attracting the crowds it used to, but she keeps trying. Why!

I notice people, I like to watch them, see what they do in all their spare time. Most people don't like when I watch them, it's not like I'm doing anything wrong. A lot of days I sit in this old industrial park on a tiny bench and watch people. I sleep there on cool, warm nights, staring of into space. Most nights though, I stay in one of the old, shutdown mines.

People think I'm weird, and they avoid me. But I'm not weird; I just like to express myself.

Maybe it's my appearance that turns people off. I'm a normal height for humans, somewhere around 5'5", and I'm pretty fit. All that running from cops does that for you. I'm not the cleanest person ever, not saying I don't take showers, but the industrial park is a dirty place to hang out. My hair, at the moment, is my natural pale, whitish blonde with artificial crimson red tips, like a red rose. My eyes are this "electrifying blue," Mrs. Hopkins thinks they are the most beautiful eyes ever. Most people on Montressor have dull colored eyes and hair. Not me, that's probably why they think I'm weird. I'm not like the normal people on Montressor.

I'm supposed to work today, and I'm really hungry, so I'll show up I guess. I should call Mrs. Hawkins, but I'm out of money and don't have a phone to call her with.

"Hey kid, come here for a second," I yell to this little alien kid. He's got a long snout and is wearing a blue and white baseball outfit, complete with a cute little hat. "It's okay, I'm not gonna mug you or anything," I say flashing him a rare smile. I hold up a small coin, he comes over hesitantly. A little money really does wonders.

"Yeah," he says.

"Can you run to the Benbow Inn for me and tell Mrs. Hopkins that Rose will be there today?" I ask him. He nods his head. "'Kay, hurry… and say I'll be in at noon." He runs off, I notice an adult is watching me closely. I sit on the park bench and close my eyes, smiling to myself.

He'll never realize it wasn't a real coin until it's too late. Hell, it might spend it before anyone realizes it's a fake.

"Hey Rose, are you working today?" Someone asked as I drifted to sleep. Seeing as I'm probably the only one named Rose on Montressor, the voice must be talking to me… or an invisible friend. I open my eyes and sat up quickly, recognizing the voice suddenly.

"Yeah," I say smiling, "Sadly I have to; money doesn't just grow on trees here. Although, I guess it apparently does on some other planets. I'll have to take a little trip there soon… Is the mom making you work?" Jim smiled; holding his homemade solar-surfer in one hand, balancing it on the ground.

"Mhmm," he responds. "Well I better get going, I hear there's been some work going on at the old mill, I'd better check it out, make sure it's still a good place to hang out," he said winking mischievously.

"Have fun, and don't get caught again," I yelled as he hopped on the solar-surfer and took off. He smiled and waved over his shoulder. Jim was gone in a matter of seconds, but the sound of the solar-surfer still rang in my ears.

I noticed Jim, but he rarely noticed me. And if he did, it wasn't in the same way. And I noticed most girls noticed him, he was the hot bad-boy they all liked. But he wasn't up to the standards their parents set. And they weren't all necessarily human girls either, which is something that always freaks me out. But I noticed other things about him, not just the stuff on the outside. Like how he was smart, both street and book. He picked up on stuff quickly; he built his solar-surfer when he was little, before my mom had left me. So he had to have been pretty little, he's only a year older than me. I liked Jim, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that it was only a school-girl type crush thing, I knew it was more than a little crush…