Disclaimer: Nothing, I do not own
Also, I never got to wear the dress because we never got to the formal.
Mad Mod was captured, so we didn't need to stay in school anymore.
So, Robin signed us out, one per week.
Cy was last. I think Robin felt bad for him. Cyborg had loved being on the football team again.
Starfire was inconsolable. On her last day, she was surrounded by blubbering girls.
"Goodbye! I will talk on the BookFace upon the morrow!" She outstretched a hand to crying girls screaming "Kori!" over and over.
And when she got home she complained to Robin.
"Oh, Robin! Did I really need to leave? I made so many of the girlfriends!" Star's eyes were all puffy from crying.
"Well, it's just, ah, the city needs us and well, you can always visit?" I guess that was the HORRIBLY wrong thing to say, because her lip was trembling.
I just wanted to enjoy freedom, so I went upstairs to my room.
I'm not really sure if you had Art, but Mr. Stanley's class was doing clay.
Mr. Stanley made me feel bad. He was very artistic, and could've become famous, but he was here in Jump instead. Back in room A21, with all of the vandalized chairs covered in silvery painted-on dicks.
Anyway, he let me take home my ball of clay. He had said
"You may be moving away, but work at it. You have potential."
I took it to heart.
I tried really really hard to find a project for me to do.
Then I chose to mold my favorite forms of you. I mean, yeah, you're best in your original form, but you were intresting as an animal. It was your whole personality, in a shape looked at as dangerous.
I'd mold a shape, and snap a picture before I started another.
Mold and snap, mold and snap. These were my days.
So here's the clay, worn and smooth in the box.
a/n: Yo, can we just pretend Terra shows up magically and has memory?
Because, I don't particularly like the Terra-shows-up-and-has-memory fics. I just don't like them. And, Terra is a somewhat large component to this story.
PLEASE. I'M NOT DOING SCIENCE HOMEWORK FOR Y'ALL'S ENJOYMENT.