Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club.

Stella walked through the doors of the school into the main office. Since her vision was affected by the glasses, she stumbled and tripped over her own feet. Some girls in the room snickered and made fun of her.

"Loser." They taunted.

Stella sighed. I can't be noticed. I should have thought of that before I made myself a laughing stock. I should have made myself ordinary and a plain Jane. Great now I'm going to be the school freak!

Stella quickly walked over to the main office desk and got her schedule, room number, and key.

She made her way to her room and started unpacking. She looked around her small dull room. This is what the Princess of Solaria has come to. How sad. Maybe I could redecorate and brighten this place up?

The door suddenly opened and in came a girl with long black hair. Her expression soon turned to a grimace when she saw Stella.

"Ew you're my roommate?" She sneered.

Oh brother. This is going to be a long three months. Stella thought.

"Yeah hi I'm Stella!" She smiled hoping to not aggravate the mean girl more than she already had.

"Good for you. I'm Mitzi. I've ruled this school since I got here and I don't need you ruining my reputation." Then, the door flung open and two of Mitzi's goons came in.

The girl with long black hair and bangs said, "Mitzi who is this girl?"

"Yeah I thought you asked for a single this year." said a girl with medium, wavy blonde hair.

"Well, so did I." Mitzi sighed, looking annoyed.

"Hi nice to meet you all. I'm Stella!" Stella said, trying to lighten things up.

"Chimera." said the girl with long black hair and bangs.

"Diaspro." Said the girl with blonde hair. She looked really stuck up.

"Anyways, you better not try to be our friends because we don't associate with girls like you." spat Mitzi, while pointed her finger at Stella.

"What do you mean with 'girls like me'?" asked Stella.

"Well, look at you. Your hair is a mess, your clothes look like styles from places that should not have even made clothes, and the way you squint, you're going to get to get premature wrinkles honey." said Mitzi.

Damn I forgot about the illusion spell. Everything she says is true. thought Stella sadly. She then just left the room and tried to forget about what just happened.


Brandon had just finished picking up his schedule and keys when he saw the flyer for football tryouts. At Red Fountain, the school taught the students most earth athletic games to enhance their speed, strength, and endurance. Brandon had been one of the top 5 best football players at Red Fountain. Why not? he though and headed for the field.

When he got there, he went up to the coach. The coach surveyed Brandon.

Nice tall fellow. Definitely worked out before. Strong build. The coachlooked approvingly at Brandon.

"You ever played football before son?" he asked.

"Yes sir." Brandon replied.

"It seems like you'll be able to handle yourself out there. Let's put you in Varsity just to get a feel of where you are. But remember, whining and complaining has no place on this team you got that boy?" asked the coach.

"Yes sir." grinned Brandon. He surveyed the team. I could take them. Hours and hours of laborious fitness tests and endless physically strenuous missions had Brandon at the peak of his physical capability. If he could take out a full grown minotaur, he could take out a couple of high school jocks on Earth.

Brandon got himself a practice penny and positioned himself on the field. When the play started, Brandon made a spectacular tackle and threw the perfect pass, scoring his side a touchdown. The coach, at a loss of words, just let his whistle fall out of his mouth. Everyone else, players and bystanders stared at him in awe.

"Boy where did you say you transferred from?" asked the coach, finally finding his voice.

"I didn't." grinned Brandon.

"Well you keep playing like that and you'll be quarterback on the varsity team!" the coach practically shouted. He had been trying out dozens of hopefuls only to be disappointed. Until now. The rest of tryouts went flawless for Brandon. At the end of the tryouts, the coach approached him.

"Well son, we don't post who made the team and what positions they are, but just between us, you, Mr. Star Quarterback better like attention, because you sir will be getting some very soon." He patted Brandon on the back and gave him a thumbs up as he walked away.

Brandon shook his head and smiled. A few of the returning varsity players approached him.

"Hey man! Where did you learn to play like that?" asked a broad shouldered blonde.

"My school was really focused on athletics and physical things." said Brandon.

"Welcome to the team. I have a feeling we're going to go far in Nationals this year." said a tall and bulky black haired guy.

"I'm Luke and this is Drew." said the blonde. (1)

"Brandon."

"C'mon lets hit the showers." said Drew.

Making their way down the field, Brandon had a burning question he had to ask.

"So how are the girls at this school?" asked Brandon.

"Oh do we have a ladies' man in our presence?" laughed Luke.

"You know, I like to dabble in a few things." chuckled Brandon.

"Yeah this school has tons of them. There are some in particular who are smoking. Too bad they are bitches or else they'd be perfect." said Drew.

"If you know they're so awful then why still hang out with them?" asked Brandon.

"Well, they are not horrible to us. A tad bit clingy, but perfect for when you have needs that have to be satisfied, if you get my drift." winked Drew.

"Yeah I got you. Who are they?" said Brandon.

"Well, there's Mitzi, smoking, but she is just as hot as she is dumb." laughed Luke.

"She can't be that bad can she?" said Brandon.

"Dude, she thought the Cold War was only fought in the winter." said Drew.

Brandon whistled. "Oh man. Isn't this school one of the best in the country?"

"Yeah but some students don't get in based on smarts. Some get in because they're rich. Mitzi and her friends for instance." said Luke.

"Well, if they are as hot as you are implying, then I can't complain." shrugged Brandon.

"That's my man!" laughed Luke.

They headed off to get cleaned up for dinner.


After a couple of days at the school, Stella had still not seen everything in the huge school. Stella was exploring the school when she walked into the school quad. It was beautiful. There were picnic tables, soft, luscious green grass, and palm trees that would make resorts jealous.

She made her way onto the quad when she saw Mitzi and her friends walking with a bunch of guys. Football players to be exact because all of them were wearing Varsity football jackets. She immediately caught sight of a brunette. You could tell he worked out by the look of his arms. She then saw the groupies that followed them.

Great they're going to see me! Stella tried to hurry in the other direction, but because she could not see very well, she tripped and all of her books sprawled out in from of her while she landed on her stomach.

Brandon, coming from a heroics and bravery school, quickly jumped to the front and helped her pick up her books.

"Hey are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm great." laughed Stella. She reached to readjust her glasses but they had flown off when she fell. She immediately started panicking because those glasses hid her beautiful eyes.

Brandon looked at her and got lost in her eyes. He didn't even realize that his friends were right behind him until Mitzi's shrill voice brought him back to reality.

"You! What are you doing here?" She screamed.

"I go here. Why can't I be in the quad?" challenged Stella.

"Guys just leave her alone. She didn't do anything." said Brandon, trying to make peace.

There was something about him. Maybe it was his good looks. Maybe it was his strong and defined muscles. But everyone just seemed to agree with Brandon.

Brandon handed the books to Stella. She had put on her glasses so she was squinting again. Brandon wanted to take them off and really get a good look of her, but he decided it would be too weird. How awkward would it be if some stranger held and examined your face?

"Well, bye…" Brandon started.

"S-St-Stella." Stella managed. She was never really shy around guys. She made her way around Red Fountain but since her self-esteem was at an all time low, she was surprisingly nervous around Brandon and his friends.

"Bye Stella." Brandon smiled and walked away with everyone else, leaving Stella standing by herself.

Stella gazed after them. Her heart was fluttering and her cheeks flushed.

He's so nice and he didn't care that I look like this. Too bad Mitzi's and her goonies are with him 24/7. Stella blew her bangs off her face and walked to the dining room.

She sat with a bunch of other "outcasts". It's not like they were weird or anything, but they were not as rich or good looking as people wanted them to be. At her table, there was a girl named Nova who had short auburn hair and a boy named Andy, who had dark hair with long bangs. They were nice people, just not socially accepted people. People like Stella.

"Hey guys." Stella said glumly.

"What's the matter?" asked Nova. "You look a little down."

"What do you guys know about Brandon?" asked Stella.

"Well not much aside from the fact that he's the school It Boy, he's the varsity quarterback, a flirt, hangs out with douche bags, and has a thrall of girls and guys that either want to be with him or be him." stated Andy. "Don't tell me you like him!"

Stella blushed and looked down at her food.

"Well can you blame her? He's gorgeous!" exclaimed Nova.

"Guys! I can't like him. He's all that and…" Stella could not finish her sentence.

She knew that if she did not have this spell on her, she would look like what she used to. Back at Alfea, she was the prettiest in the whole entire school. She and her friends were popular, but they were never mean. They were selfless and hell, they even fought evil! She got up and walked out of the dining room slowly, leaving Nova and Andy with confused faces.

Stella walked down the hall past some lockers when she ran into Mitzi and her friends.

Oh great. Stella thought.

"Listen girls, I'm not in the mood to be tormented by you now. Maybe we can reschedule? I just want to be left alone." said Stella.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but are we on a schedule here? I didn't know that we had to cater to your needs." sneered Mitzi.

"But if you want to be left alone, our pleasure." said Diaspro.

They pushed and shoved Stella into a locker and slammed the door.

"See you loser." said Mitzi, Diaspro, and Chimera. They sauntered off leaving Stella trapped in the locker.

Stella was absolutely furious. She wanted to fight back, but that would mean exposing herself and failing her test. She was already kind of failing her test because she obviously did not blend in at this school. She was tormented and made fun of. An outcast.

Strange enough, aside from the discomfort, Stella enjoyed being in that locker. Sad to say it, but she was finally alone and not gawked at or made fun of.

I have to get out of here. I'd be more of a freak if I actually stayed in a locker. She thought. She then concentrated her magic and produced a ball of energy in her hands. Focusing, she shot it at the door in front of her. With a clang, the door flew off the hinges and banged on the ground.

Stella inhaled the fresh outdoor air when she exited the locker. She immediately looked around and saw Brandon and his friends staring at her.

"S-Sorry." she stuttered. "It um…it was getting stuffy in there."

With that, she bolted out of there.

"Dude did you see that?" asked Luke.

"Yeah man she kicked that door right off the hinges!" exclaimed Drew.

"Whoa I could have sworn…" Brandon trailed off.

"What?" asked Luke.

"I could have sworn I saw some light in there." said Brandon.

"It could have been her cell phone. Maybe she was trying to call for help, but there's terrible signal here, so her last resort was to kick the door open." said Drew.

"Yeah…yeah that makes sense." said Brandon.

We're on Earth. There are no magical creatures on Earth. What was I thinking? Yeah it was definitely her phone. he thought.


Meanwhile, Stella burst into her room and collapsed on the bed while holding back tears.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! You almost got yourself caught! I can't use anymore magic. If I get shoved into another locker, I'll just wait for someone to hopefully pass by and have a good heart to let me out. she thought. How did it come to this? I'm laughed at and gawked at. I made that illusion spell too well. Plus, I can't change it now. If I change what I look like, people will assume that I am trying too hard to fit in. They will see me as a wannabe. I can't. What did I get myself into?

Stella slowly sat up and looked at herself.

Her glasses were crooked, her hair was a mess. It was frizzy and tangled. Her clothes hung loosely around her body. She chose to wear baggie clothes because it would hide her figure best. She lay back down on her bed and closed her eyes, tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her face.

She sighed and prepared herself for the endless torture for about three more months of this school and its people.


(1) Imagine Luke Mitchell and Drew Roy.