D/S: I do not own W.I.T.C.H., or Teen Titans. Just a friendly reminder! Enjoy my story!
Will Vandom was walking home. Her short red hair flew all over the place as a warm spring breeze passed by. She crossed the street and turned a corner.
CRASH!
Will rubbed her head. She had fallen to the floor. Lying a few feet away from her was a girl with long auburn hair and bright emerald eyes.
"I am so very sorry!" the girl apologized. "I was running and I did not know who was around the corner!" Will picked herself up.
"It's alright. It was an accident. I'm Will," she said, extending her hand. The girl looked at her hand strangely.
"Oh!" she grasped Will's hand and shook it, as though just realizing she was supposed to shake it.
"My name is Starfire. I am so very pleased to meet you!" she said.
Starfire? What kind of name is that? Thought Will.
"Nice to meet you! Are you new here?" she asked.
"Yes! I have just recently arrived," answered Starfire. Will smiled at her.
"Oh. Welcome to the neighborhood! I hope you like it!" said Will. "I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you in school!" called Will as she continued down the street.
"Very well! I shall see you soon, Will!" answered Starfire.
Will was sitting in History class, waiting for Mr. Collins to begin the lesson. Next to her was her best friend, Taranee. She was preparing her homework for Mr. Collins to check. A few seats away sat Cornelia, Irma, and Hay Lin, who were all chatting away.
"Class! I believe the bell has rung! Now copy this into your notebook," instructed Mr. Collins. He started writing on the blackboard.
Suddenly, a figure burst into the room. She was wearing a very strange outfit: A purple min-skirt, long purple boots that reached up past her knees, a purple tube top, two silver jeweled wrist bands, and a weird silver piece of jewelry on her neck.
"Starfire?" Will wondered.
"Class, I would like to introduce our new student. This is Ms..." Mr. Collins looked at a sheet of paper on his desk. "... Starfire," he finished. Everyone stared at the new comer. She stood shyly at the doorway.
"Ms. Starfire? You may take the seat next to Ms. Vandom," said Mr. Collins. Starfire nodded and sat down next to Will. Mr. Collins continued with his lesson.
"Hi, Starfire. Remember me?" asked Will. Starfire nodded her head.
"Yes I do! You are the nice girl from yesterday, correct?" asked Starfire. Will nodded.
"Someone needs a little help in the fashion department," whispered Coornelia. Hay Lin, however, gazed at Starfire's outfit.
Wow. That outfit is totally awesome!
"Nice to meet you, Starfire. I'm Taranee. These are my friends Cornelia, Hay Lin, and Irma," introduced Taranee.
"I am ever so happy to meet you! You are the first friends I have met!" squealed Starfire.
"She's new here," Will explained to her friends.
"Where do you come from, Starfire?" asked Hay Lin.
Starfire blushed and looked away. Luckily for her, Mr. Collins had started talking.
"Ugh, like we care about the stupid Vikings," said Cornelia, slouching in her seat.
"The Vikings are actually pretty interesting," said Taranee, her eyes glued to her history teacher.
Starfire walked into the lunchroom, totally unaware of what she was supposed to do. A brown paper bag was clutched in her petite hands.
"Hey, Starfire! Over here!" shouted Irma. Starfire smiled and walked over to her new friends.
"Hello, friend Irma! Tell me, may I partake in the activity of lunch with you?" asked Starfire.
"Uh... sure," answered Irma, noticing Starfire's strange choice of words. Starfire beamed and sat down beside Cornelia.
"This school is positively glorious! The classes are fascinating!" exclaimed Starfire. She took out a strange looking purple dish from her paper bag.
"Uh... what's that?" asked Will.
"This is Glorg! Have you not heard of the wonderful dish?" asked Starfire. Everyone shook their heads.
"Oh, well," Starfire started to chomp down on her weird lunch. "Would you like some?" she asked. Everyone immediately shook their heads. Starfire shrugged and continued eating.
"You know that boy over there?" said Cornelia, pointing to a boy with spiky jet black hair. Hay Lin and Irma nodded.
"He just arrived here last week," continued Cornelia. Will, Taranee, and Starfire were now also listening. "Some people are telling me that he is somehow related to Bruce Wayne, the millionaire!" exclaimed Cornelia.
"He's certainly cute enough," said Hay Lin, staring dreamily at the boy.
"His name is Robin or something," Cornelia, taking a sip of her juice.
"Hey! Why don't we go talk to him?" asked Will. The others nodded. They stood up from the table and made their way toward the boy.
"Hello!" greeted Will. The boy turned around. The group noticed that he wore sunglasses over his eyes.
"Hey," he answered.
"I'm Will. And these are my friends Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, Hay Lin, and Starfire," introduced Will. He waved at them.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Robin," he said. They all exchanged hellos. Hay Lin started squirming.
"Are you related to Bruce Wayne?" she burst out. Cornelia glared at her as thought to say "That was rude!"
Starfire didn't know who Bruce Wayne was, or why being a millionaire was so special. But she played along. Robin laughed out loud.
"Lots of people have been asking me that. So I guess I should tell them the truth: Yes," he said. Cornelia's eyes bugged out.
"Really! That is so cool!" she exclaimed. "I never knew he had a son."
"Well, he doesn't. My parents were killed in an accident and he took me in," answered Robin. There was an uncomfortable silence between the seven.
"I am sorry that such a tragedy happened to you," said Starfire. Robin looked at her. It was the first time she had spoken.
"It's alright. Say, are you new here as well?" asked Robin, changing the subject. He did not want to talk about his parents.
"Yes I am! I arrived here two moons ago!" said Starfire energetically. Robin eyed her peculiar language.
Suddenly, the bell rang.
"Oops, time to go! We better get to class," said Taranee. The others nodded in agreement.
"I guess we'll see you later, Robin," said Irma.
"Right. See you later," he said, standing up.
"Farewell, friend!" Starfire called after him.