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Ten years after Robin went home with Bruce Wayne...
The late bell sounded five minutes ago. Kori ran through the double doors into Gotham High. She ran to the front office and handed the secretary a purple slip.
"Uh, I'm new here." Kori said. The secretary looked at the slip.
"Kori Anders. Your first class is on the third floor. Class 131." She said. Kori nodded and ran up the stairs. She ran into the class. It said 'English' on the door.
"You must be the new transfer student. Kori. Please take a seat in the back next to Mr. Wayne." The teacher said pointing towards Robin. Kori noticed him right away but he didn't seem to what so ever.
Kori took a seat next to him. He looked over at him smacking on the piece of gum in his mouth. Kori smiled and waved at him. He simply raised his eyebrow and turned back to talking to his friend. Kori frowned and looked at the front of the class.
After class, Kori waited outside the classroom door for Robin. Then he walked out still gnawing on the piece of gum.
"Robin?" She asked as he walked by her. Robin spun around and met face to face with her. She smiled sheepishly.
"Kori?" He asked. Kori smiled deeply inside but was a little disappointed he didn't call her Star. Then they started to walk.
"What took you so long?" Robin asked swinging around the corner to his locker. Kori frowned as she followed him then stopped at his locker too.
"Huh?" She asked.
"I mean what took you so long to get out of the orphanage." He replied sharply. Kori kept the frown glued onto her face. This didn't seem like the Robin she use to know. She was well aware people changed, but they didn't become this rude.
"Well, um-" She stuttered.
"Listen, I've gotta go." He said slamming his locker shut. "I'm late for football practice." He said. Then somebody walked up to him.
"Ya'll, Bee's havin' a house party tonight, her dad's lettin' her for once and you and I are on the totally VVVHAIPL!" He shouted excitedly at Robin.
"VVVHAIPL?" Robin repeated.
"Very very very hot and important person list." He said.
"Cy, you're an idiot you know that?" Robin asked as he walked away. Kori watched Robin and his friend walk further and further down the hallway. Kori closed her eyes in sadness.
"This day can't get any worse." She whispered to herself quietly as she walked away from Robin's locker alone. But to her surprise, the day had just begun. Late for class, slipping on things, walking into things, tripping, falling, being shoved.
Kori lay on the ground silently. Then she poked her head up and wiped her nose.
"Blood?" She cried astoundingly. She banged her head against the floor for a couple of minutes. Then someone picked her up off the ground. The girl had big cherry red lips, almond colored skin, two black ponytail buns, and she was very tall and slender.
"The way to survive around here, is you have to know who's gothic, punk, prep, gangster, jock, stereo-type, geek, popular, kiss-up, retarded, and every other teenage type. I'm Bee." She said.
This was the girl that was throwing the party.
"Ya'll can call me Bumble Bee, Bee, or Queen Bee. But, the only call me Queen Bee because, well, I don't mean to sound self-centered, but because I'm one the nicest, and most helpful popular person in this school." She said sheepishly.
"Trust me, I don't mind you saying stuff about you like that." Kori replied. Bee laughed as she led Kori down the hallway to the lunchroom.
"Over there, is where the nerds, geeks, and retards sit. Over there, is where the punks and goths sit. There, prep, self-centered, kiss-ups, stereo-types, and wanna-bes sit. And then, the A-list table. This is where I sit with the jocks, gangsters, and cheerleaders sit. But, we have one exception for a goth. She's my best friend and her name is Raven." Bee said. Kori nodded her head.
"But, when football practice interferes with lunchtime, the A-listers move outside." Bee said walking Kori into another room.
"I have a question. How'd Raven get to be an A-lister?" Kori asked Bee.
"Well, she played her cards right." Bee said. Then Bee turned around and looked out to the track field. Her eyes popped out of her head then she turned around again.
"Are you taking notes?" Bee asked her. Kori smiled sheepishly.
"Listen, to get into the A-list table, you've gotta do something. Like get onto the cheerleading squad, or maybe even run for president. It is still September. It's Monday, people run for president tomorrow." Bee said.
"Well, I suppose." Kori hesitated.
"I'll be your campaign manager." Bee said. "With me on your side, all you can do is win!" Bee said as she threw her fist up in the air with a triumphant smile on her face. Kori also flashed a sweet, joyful smile.
The next day…
"Students," The intercom broke out. "the school election is coming up, we have two presidential runners, three runners for vice president, two for secretary, and five for treasurer. The two that are running for president are Kori Anders," Bee and Kori high-fived each other. They were the only ones sitting at the A-list table today, because football practice interfered with lunch again. And since Bee was sitting at the A-list table still, nobody in the lunchroom dared to go sit there. "and Robin Wayne." Bee spit out the soda she was drinking.
"I am so sorry Kori!" Bee exclaimed.
"Don't worry, I'm gunna win this election if it's the last thing I do!" Kori said pounding her fist into the table. Bee laughed.
"Now that's just the kind of attitude we need for our new president." Bee laughed.
"I'd like to thank all the little people and everyone in the back row." Kori joked. Bee started to laugh harder. This made Kori laugh too.
"We'll start getting ready tomorrow. I have to go to ceramics right now. See ya Star!" Bee waved. Kori ran up to her.
"How did you-" Bee cut her off again.
"Please, Robin used to talk about you all the time." Bee started to walk again.
"Then what happened?" Kori asked still standing there. Bee opened on of the double doors then looked back at Kori.
"He gave up hope." She said. Then she walked out of the cafeteria.
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