Had this been any other fic, you would be able to figure out how accurate or how inaccurate an author is making a certain character. By comparing how the character acts in the show to how they act in the fic, you could say "Wow! This guy's really got Starfire's personality accurate!" or you could say "Damn these people that think Raven's that emo." Either way, if you are one of those people, I'd advise you to turn that comparative part of your brain off (along with your non-existent frontal lobe), because there's no point in comparing how a certain Tamaranian girl acts in this fic and in the show.

The point is this: I have dragged Starfire's image through the mud with this idea on how she came to Earth to hopefully please my friends that hate her. Of course, the idea is going to be better than that crap that was Go, but if you don't like it, tough. You can just crawl into a corner with your laptop (or drag your desktop with you, whichever you please) and browse the website for Starfire-related C2s, where you and other pussies can read in purist joy.

Burn baby. Burn.

But now, as I look back at the end of that last paragraph and laugh, I can't help but wonder where this chapter is leading to. Thinking quickly, I decided to end this tiny introduction and get on with the currently scheduled fic.

So that's exactly what I'll do, much against the will of these terrible keys…

Begin actual fic here

At precisely 2500 hours, a small spacecraft took off from a blue planet. The planet itself was occupied by a large amount of people, but that's beyond the point. The point is that these people were not out there, waving goodbye. And as the pilot of the spacecraftgot high up into the atmosphere, she couldn't help but think about what had just happened such a short time ago.

A flashback in a flashback

A tan-skinned girl with blonde hair and clothed in a linen dress came walking down the dark hall, her bare feet shuffling below her. Under her dress was a large protrusion, but the girl couldn't have been pregnant, for she constantly kept her forearms under the bump to keep it from falling. Behind her right ear was a small carnation which gave off an elegant scent that pleased the senses. However, this flower didn't go at all with the mood of its wearer, for the girl had a large frown plastered on her face. Her eyes were glazed as if from crying, but she continued to press on through the darkness, faint candles lighting her way.

After a while, she reached a large oak door in front of her. She didn't know how long she had been walking, but the point is she reached her destination: the broom closet.

The closet itself was never used, and one could tell that for certain by the rusted hinges and the large amount of dust that had collected on the wood. As the girl reached for the doorknob with one hand, the other still clutching the bump, she wondered how many people even knew such a closet existed.

However, as she gripped onto the knob and opened the door, she knew for sure that one person knew of it: her friend Koriand'r.

Koriand'r was a tall Tamaranian girl with long red hair and an orange complexion. However, she was now extremely thin and frail, and her long red hair lost the brilliance that the girl once saw. Her skin was now much paler, and her pupils wide from the darkness of the closet.

"Is it time?" she asked, a faint ray of hope in her eyes.

The girl nodded. "Yeah. I've checked and everything; everyone's asleep."

Koriand'r got up onto her feet, now proving that she was much taller than the other. "I appreciate this greatly, Tierra."

"I told you, I changed my name!" giggled Tierra as she noticed her friend smile. "But since you're calling me that all of the sudden, should I call you 'Koriand'r'?"

"Please." Koriand'r rolled her eyes. "I haven't heard the name in so long it sounds foreign."

"How strange… Your own name, and yet it's unusual to you. You're a strange girl, Kori."

"Might I say the same about you."

Tierra smiled as she reached under her dress (shut up…), grabbing the bundle below it. "Here," she whispered, revealing a pair of purple boots. "I retrieved these for you."

Koriand'r gasped as she reached out a hand and grabbed hold of the shoes. "How did you…"

"I stole them Lerrible. You wouldn't believe how horribly that man snores…"

Koriand'r kept her mouth half-open in fascination as she quickly slipped off the pair of brown, beaten boots that currently covered her feet. She then sat down to put on the brilliant purple ones, eager to see how they looked on her legs. They were soft and comfortable, just as she had imagined them to be.

"Don't they look marvelous?" asked Tierra as she watched her friend. "And now they're yours. I know you wanted them long ago, when your sister first died, but I could only get them to you now without striking up an ordeal."

Koriand'r stood up and admired the shoes from above. She then looked up into Tierra's eyes, her own frown appearing on her face as well. "I'm going to miss you," muttered the Tamaranian. Tierra nodded and turned around.

"I've got a spacecraft waiting for you in the back of the school. It's nothing like your old one, but it's just as good."

Koriand'r took off after her friend, catching up to her quickly. "You are coming with me, aren't you?"

"I wish I could, but I can't. I've got to get back to the Ruby City. You know… duty calls."

"I understand…" Koriand'r continued to walk with her friend. "I can never come back to Iz, can I?"

"I doubt it. People think you're dead. A controversy would arise if you returned."

The two girls walked in silence until they reached an intersection.

"I must leave you here," said Tierra, turning to her friend. "You know where the back of the school is, yes?"

Koriand'r nodded. A short while later, the girls embraced. They stood holding each other for at least ten seconds until Koriand'r pulled apart.

"I have to leave." And with that, she turned around and left.

Travels

"She works hard for her money!" sang Koriand'r loudly as she ripped open a clear plastic pouch and took a deep sniff. "She… Ah yeah…"

Koriand'r giggled uncontrollable as she reclined in her chair, her brain playing tricks on her. Her spacecraft was set on auto-pilot, so she needn't worry; it would find its own way to Earth.

As the alien lay back, staring at the multi-colored ceiling, she began to think about her past life. She and her Family had managed to convert a small amount of the planet's population, and she hoped drastically that her brethren would be able to take care of themselves without her.

"No, no, wait," said the girl hazily as she felt the effects weakening. "I'm supposed to be studying my stuff." She reached behind her and rummaged through a burlap sack, moving things around. She let out an "Aha!" as found what she was looking for: a pink, heart-covered book.

Koriand'r had been accused of robbery, and she was guilty… at least forty people had witnessed the event. She couldn't exactly blame herself for her reactions, however; her real family rarely loved her.

Koriand'r had been the second child, the first being Blackfire. Blackfire had always been the loved one, despite the fact that as a child, Koriand'r was the one that deserved and needed the most attention. While she sat there in a puddle of her own pee, Blackfire was constantly being treated with new toys, games, and attention.

It wasn't until the third child was born that Koriand'r began to become noticed, but in no way for the better. Her third sister was born as an albino; she lacked the beautiful eyes that her sisters had and the fair skin and hair. Instead, she was gaunt and ashen, so the father named her Ashfire.

The parents were awfully busy with their rule, so they decided that assigning her responsibility to one of Ashfire's sisters would be the best idea. Because of Blackfire's spoiled nature, the parents realized that it would be wrong for her to hold the responsibility of guiding a child into adulthood. She would fail. However, they noticed the structure that Koriand'r had managed to teach herself and gave Ashfire's needs to her, knowing that she would receive the love and support of a structured sister.

And so that's what she did. For three years, Koriand'r spent her time with her sister, who received a large amount of love and affection. Feeling that Ashfire shouldn't have to go through the neglect that her mother and father had failed to give her, Koriand'r sacrificed her free time to sing lullabies, play with the child, and suffer the pain of one's hair being pulled at great strength because of rebellion.

Ashfire was soon taken away from her sister when she turned three years old; it was time for her to go to school. Now that the girl spent time amongst friends she made and little time with Koriand'r, the second-oldest child began to feel, once again, neglected. Through shady characters, she learned the use of the illegal Cha-Cha plant and its ways of giving the inhaler a high to escape all reality and leave stress behind.

And that's exactly what she did.

A year passed, and the alien was now sixteen. She had founded a cult in order to spread free love throughout society, something that she never had experienced. However, the Anders Family, as was called, committed large amounts of crime and was pursued by the mob after stealing a lollipop from a small child.

Knowing what had to be done, Koriand'r packed her bags without saying goodbye to her family. Blackfire would still be provided for by her mother and father, and Ashfire would find ways to survive; Koriand'r herself had taught her how to do so. After waving goodbye to her cult, she hopped into her space craft and took off from the planet of Tamaran, leaving the mass of people behind.

Knowing she would need a new identity (just in case), she began to learn the arts of being a happy, cheerful person. She had purchased a book before her departure, which was something that she never had had the chance to open beforehand. Now with the free time she had, she figured it would be as good a time as any to start her studies, which is where we left off before that completely inaccurate history of Koriand'r and her family.

"Now then," said Koriand'r, propping her feet on the control panels as she opened the book: The Guide for Preppies. "Let's see what we have here…"

Chapter 1!
Like, omg, r u serious!

What the hell? thought the alien as she looked at a picture of a girl with her hands over her mouth and eyes wide as if shocked. I have to learn how to act like this

Thank you for purchasing The Guide for Preppies! With this book, you'll be able to befriend even the most snooty and hypocritical snobs in the whole universe! Just remember, even though you feel like giving up, think about how hard it must've been for all the other preppies to get by without this book!

Koriand'r nodded in agreement as she continued to read.

With this chapter, we'll cover the basics of how to write notes in class and not get caught by the teacher. Later, we'll discuss the proper way to use AIM and other chat communities.

Let's start with basic note writing. To begin, pick a pen of your choice, though it may be best to write with a gel pen. Make sure you write large and loopy, making your tittles with hearts and marking your ts with squiggles. Here's a blank section for you to practice on.

Koriand'r looked at the blank lines in front of her, faint letters occupying some of the space. Taking a pencil from the dashboard, she lightly traced over the letters, hoping she would be able to pick up the language easily. After succeeding in copying the alphabet, Koriand'r began to read the next section.

When writing, do not spell words that can be shortened. In example, never write the word "everyone". Instead, write "every1".

"That's retarded," said Koriand'r aloud as she raised an eyebrow. The authors of the book had printed a list of words and phrases that could be shortened, such as "forever", "two", "you", and "rolling on the floor laughing my ass off".

As Koriand'r sighed and began to flip the page, she was thrown into the air, colliding with the ceiling. Realizing that it would've been a good idea to wear a seatbelt, she hastily looked out the windshield to see a blue surface get closer and closer.

Wait a minute… That was Earth!

Koriand'r turned the auto-pilot off and grabbed the controls, hoping to stop the ship in anyway. If it continued moving at this rate, it would…

"OMG!" shouted Koriand'r, not realizing that she was only supposed to write the letters instead of speak them for shortening. "WE JUST CAUGHT FIRE!"

"We", of course, being the spaceship and the girl trapped inside.

Looking out of the windshield, she noticed that she had long ago passed the clouds and was currently plummeting towards a large body of water. As she felt a sense of calmness grow inside of her, she wondered how confused the people must've felt, seeing a large, flaming wad growing closer and closer to the surface.

Feeling as if she were the damsel in distress, she let out an ear-piercing scream as she found herself right in front of the water.

SPELUNK!

Reacting quickly, Koriand'r threw open the hatch to get out of the craft. The author, feeling that this scene wasn't dramatic enough, made the ship explode and send shrapnel flying in a one-hundred foot radius.

Koriand'r looked up at the sky with an agitated look on her face. "You just had to make it blow up, didn't you?"

YES I DID came the booming voice of the author, who was undoubtedly smiling with the feeling of accomplishment.

Koriand'r rolled her eyes and quickly began to swim in the direction of the nearest land mass. That's right. She swam. Just shut up and keep redaing.

Libby and Connie

Five miles to the east of the above incident, a teenage girl sat on a pier. She was clad in a pink sweater with raggedy jeans covering her snow-white legs. Her long red hair was braided into pigtails, decorated by two blue ribbons of silk. As she sat there, her legs dangling above the water, she grinned as she hummed a soft melody to herself.

She was distracted, however, when she noticed a red mass out in the distance. She didn't know what it was, nor did she really care, but she knew one thing for certain, and that was that whatever was out there was making its way towards the shoreline.

Within two minutes of her time, the girl could clearly see what this mass was: the head of a girl. Realizing that she seemed to be getting along just find by herself, the girl remained sitting on the pier, continuing her song and watching the occasional seagull.

A minute went by, and then another, until finally the girl reached the shore. Her hair was clinging to her back as if hanging on for dear life, while the girl herself was on all fours, panting for breath. "GAAH!" she shouted, standing up on her feet, knees wobbling as she did. "Son of a… bitch!"

The girl on the pier stood up as well and made her way over to this girl that suddenly appeared. Now a few inches in front of her, she stood and stared at the soaked girl, who noticed her, and now returned the glance.

"Um… Hello," she said, wringing her hair.

"Hi!" greeted the girl, showing off a set of blinding white teeth. "My name's Libby! Who are you?"

"Kor… Connie." The wet girl prayed a silent prayer in hopes that Libby would buy her fake name.

"You're all wet, Connie," responded Libby as she cocked her head. "You should dry off."

Connie gave Libby a glance. "How old are you?" she asked, hoping not to sound rude.

"Going on sixteen," grinned Libby as she took Connie by the arm. "Come watch the birds with me."

Before she knew what was going on, Connie was being dragged off towards the pier by this strange girl she had just met. Libby's fashion was questionable; it was well over ninety degrees, yet here she was wearing a cashmere sweater and faded jeans. Sighing, Connie gave in and followed the girl to the dock.

"Sit here. That's where you can see all the good stuff." Libby pushed Connie onto a small bench and sat down herself. "I saw you out there in the ocean," she said, wriggling as if she had just sat on something sharp. "What happened to you?"

"When did you see me?" asked Connie, looking at Libby.

"About five minutes ago."

"And you didn't call for help?"

"Nope. I figured you were just a swimmer coming to shore."

Connie looked to the right to notice a large freight ship which bore men dumping steel barrels overboard and into the water. A few feet along the shoreline, she noticed a sign that said the following.

WARNING! WASTE DUMP!

All swimming is off-limits! The Jump City Refinery is not responsible for any injuries, illnesses, or deaths that result from swimming in this area.

"Libby, sweetheart," began Connie, giving the girl next to her a questionable look. "This section of water is a waste dump. Why would anyone in their right mind be swimming in this place?"

"Because signs are for losers," grinned Libby. "Everybody swims in this section. They just-"

The girl was cut off as she noticed an ambulance screech to a stop along the coastline, sirens blaring. Two men piled out of the cab with a stretcher and hurried to the water's edge, where the two girls could see a limp and swollen body.

"Ha," said Libby. "Loser. Serves him right."

"What is your problem?" asked Connie as her eyes bugged out from the girl's statement.

"What?" asked Libby, turning to the girl. "What do you mean?"

"A while ago you told me that people never obeyed the signs and stuck up for it, and now you're condemning that man for going out there?"

"Of course." Libby rolled her eyes. "Gee, do you really think that I'm that stupid?"

"…Yes. Yes I do."

Connie turned her head back so she could view the ocean in front of her. After seeing that man being carried off by the ambulance, never had she been so grateful to have a natural immunity to toxins.

A couple minutes of silence went by, and as they did, Connie tried her hardest to not slip into withdrawal. Her… "friend", as she called it, had been forgotten in the ship when it crashed, much to her body's dismay. She could feel her legs beginning to twitch.

"Well!" she shouted, standing up. "I've just got the sudden urge to get up and move around! Heh heh… No sitting down when you do that, right?"

"Nope!" Libby stood up as well. "I think I'll join you!"

Connie felt a frown begin to form on her face. "Cool!" she said, trying to sound excited. "The more the merrier!" If this was what being nice and cheerful was like, she knew she was going to regret it.

The two girls set off down the pier, grinning along the way. It wasn't until Connie kicked Libby in the shin from a bad "involuntary spasm" that she often got once in a while did things begin to go badly.

The only problem Connie had with Libby was the unnecessary changing of opinion. If the incident at the beach wasn't bad enough, it was the small talk the girl was babbling out as the two walked down a street's sidewalk.

"I mean, just look at jay-walking!" the girl shouted as the two saw a man jay-walk across the street. "People should be put in jail for that! It's – Ah, here's our street – It's retarded! I mean, what if the guy in the car can't take his foot off the accelerator because of some leg disorder? The guy would probably be creamed if he didn't jump out of the way in time, which is hard to tell, because of the math involved."

As the two crossed their street, Libby almost made certain that she walked outside of the striped line, giving an occasional bounce in her step as she did so.

"And it's a stupid factor, anyway. People jay-walk because they want to. It's the driver's fault if they get hit, isn't it? They were just walking across the street!"

Connie rolled her eyes as the girl continued on.

"And what's with this war in Iraq? People are getting mindlessly killed over there! Is there even a point, or are we just fighting because we have too many people in this country? Boys are getting murdered over there because they're joining the army, and it's a shame, because it's a volunteer thing but they feel like they have to and it's not fair! So what if the Trade Centers got blown up? It couldn't possibly happen anywhere else, riiiight?"

Tears began to roll down Libby's cheeks as she said this. Connie, on the other hand, was hoping to find the perfect opportunity to run away. She needed to get somewhere with a lot of people. Sure, she was on a city street, but it wasn't like people were swarming around her. She needed to get to some kind of social gathering, some kind of…

…Club…

"Hey," she said, stopping Libby's new rant about how God is dead. "You want to go clubbing?"

"Clubbing?" asked Libby. "Sorry, I don't go to clubs. I go to pickets and rebel meetings."

"Ah, come on. It'll be fun."

"But I don't want to."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll give you what's in my pocket." Connie patted her skirt.

"…What's in your pocket?"

"I'll give it to you when we go clubbing."

"Can't you just tell me what it is?"

"Nope. That'll ruin the surprise."

"Come on! What's in the pocket?" Libby was now officially whining.

"Something secret."

"What kind of secret?"

"The secret that you can't tell."

"Ooooh… Tell me, please!"

"No. It's a secret."

"But you can tell me! We go way back, remember?"

Realizing that this was steering into a new direction, Connie quickly thought about the situation.

"Fine. I'll tell you what it is, but you've got to do something for me."

"What?"

Connie pointed to a newspaper stand fifteen feet before them. "See that newspaper stand?"

"Yeah…"

"Go up to the owner and ask if he's into being roughly treated in acts of dominatrix."

Libby grew a look of disgust upon her face. "Ew… And why would I do that?"

"To get what's in my pocket."

Libby's look of disgust was replaced by a look of curiosity. "What's in your pocket?"

"Just get," agitatedly stated Connie as she shoved Libby away from her. She watched with a grin as the girl ran up to the newspaper stand and began a conversation with the owner. As soon as she saw the man gain a shocked look on his face, Connie knew it was time to take action.

Noticing no one in site, she kicked off of the hard cement and went sailing into the air, leaving Libby a good five miles below.

"LOL," laughed Koriand'r as she remembered what she learned from her book.

The Lovely Miss Raven

Koriand'r was, as they said on her home planet, royally screwed.

She didn't know what time it was or how long it had been since she had ditched Libby, but it was now relatively dark. Hell, "relatively" wasn't even the proper word. It was beyond dark. The darkest dark. Darker than black. Darker than Lemony Snicket will ever be.

Of course, in such terms, that's not really dark, but the point is that it was sometime during the night, and Koriand'r had a rather uncomfortable feeling. She had never liked roaming around at night, especially in a strange land she had never been to before.

And the fact that she was lost in a backstreet alley didn't really make matters any better. As she dimly made out the word "gangbang" written on a brick wall with purple spray-paint, she felt her most frightened.

She gained a feeling of hope, however, when she noticed a faint glowing light in the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she saw a small building of sorts, sounds of soft-playing music and murmuring people coming from it. Feeling as if this would be a good place to stop for a little while, Koriand'r entered the building.

It was quite musty; a gray layer of smoke had concealed most of the ceiling. As she observed her surroundings, she noticed that practically all of the building's inhabitants were dressed in black. They donned large sunglasses (despite the fact Koriand'r doubted they needed them) and all had cigars hanging from their mouths, which only fed the fog above.

Trying her hardest to find a chair, Koriand'r continued to look around the building. She noticed at the back of the building there was a small stage with "Poetry Act" written on the back wall in large, red letters. She found a seat up front and sat, hoping to find out what was going on.

It was then that a man in black came up onto the stage, speaking into microphones hanging from the ceiling above.

"Welcome, Cool Cats, to the weekly poetry act of the Jump City Coffeehouse. Yes sir."

Koriand'r turned around and stared in fascination as all the people began to snap their fingers in rhythm. However, the man on the stage held up his hands with his palms facing the audience, and the snapping ceased to continue.

"Before we begin, I would just like to let you cats know that contrary to last week's statement, this performance is not part of the Jump City Hospital's coma restitution act, so if you've had more than 10 brain damage, please kindly stand and leave the building."

Three men slowly got up and made their way towards the exit.

"We have a very cool treat for all you cats tonight. Miss Raven, long-time member of the club, has two readings she's going to perform, one now and one a tad later. So please put your fingers together for our little lady."

Koriand'r saw a girl with lavender hair and fair skin step onto the stage to much snapping. She was clad in a black Victorian dress, it seemed, and she was carrying a set of small bongos.

She sat down on the stage's floor and crossed her legs, dragging the bongos in front of her. She cleared her throat and rapidly tapped her fingers on the bongos.

"A soft, warm pillow,
A heavy blanket for warmth,
A large, comfy bed."

The girl waved her arms in an elaborate dance, her head looking up at the ceiling.

And now, for your personal information, the author would like to let you know that his bangs are getting in his eyes and they burn like a bitch.

The girl patted the bongos and cleared her throat once more.

Tap tap.

"A large, striped feline,
A bushy face that smiles."

Rattuh tap tap tap.

"A sleeping tiger."

Tap tap tap tap tap.

"Some three-lined poems,
Performed by Miss Raven, her
Haiku poetry."

The girl stood up and bowed to large, rapid snapping. Koriand'r, not sure what was so great about the act, snapped as well.

"Thank you," said this "Miss Raven", as she called herself. "I will be back five poems later to sing Elton John's Levon while playing a mellotron."

More snapping. Miss Raven picked up her bongos and got off stage, being replaced by the man from before.

Koriand'r kept her eyes on the girl; not only because she was so beautiful, but because she had sworn that she had made direct eye-contact with her. Sure, anybody up in front of a large group of people was bound to look at someone, but this eye-contact seemed much more… personal.

Getting up, Koriand'r followed the girl to a dark corner of the room, where two empty chairs sat as if waiting for her. Raven, well ahead of her, had just sat down and crossed her legs. Koriand'r took the other seat.

"Hello," she said. Raven faced her with a puzzled look.

"Hello," she mimicked. "Are you new here?"

"I guess you can say so. I was lost and I saw this place, so I came in."

"I see. What do you think?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"What do you think of this place? Nice, huh? I come here every week for the poetry act."

Koriand'r nodded. "I… uh… just came in here because-"

"You were lost."

"Yeah…"

The two girls sat in silence, and while Koriand'r was facing the stage to watch a guy sing a horrible song, Raven kept her eyes fixed on her face.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, causing Koriand'r to turn to her.

"Who? Me?"

"No, your chair." Raven pointed to the chair Koriand'r was sitting on. "See? It's from Taiwan."

"Oh. Clever." Koriand'r rolled her eyes. Raven huffed and crossed her arms, looking at the stage.

The two girls sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

"Where the hell is Taiwan?"

"AHA!" Raven shouted, causing no disturbance to the performance up front. "You're not from around here! Admit it!"

"I never said that," Koriand'r replied, biting her lips as she tried to focus on the performance.

"Anybody could see that you are. You've got the traits of a typical Tamaranian."

Koriand'r quickly turned her head to the empath; she was grinning smugly.

"C'mon," she said, her grin showing off her white teeth. "Spill it. What's your name?"

"My name?"

"Your name."

"Connie… My name is Connie."

"Oh?" Raven put a hand to her chin. "Connie… That's unusual for a Tamaranian name. Was one of your parents from Earth?"

"I don't think so…"

"Another mistake on your part. What's your real name?"

Koriand'r sighed. "Koriand'r. It's Koriand'r."

"A beautiful name… Very Tamaranian. How long have you been here? Does anybody know you've run away? Why'd you leave?"

Koriand'r felt bombarded. It felt bad when you were caught on Earth, the place you had traveled to so you could escape. And better yet, she was caught by someone she didn't even know.

"Do you have any powers?"

Koriand'r gave her full attention to girl, wondering why she had asked that question. "Why do you ask?" was her response.

"Because I want to know. Now do you have any or not?"

"Well… I can fly, and I can shoot starbolts from my hands."

"Koriand'r, how would you like to live at my place?"

"I don't go for any of that freaky stuff."

"I'm not making a pass at you!" Raven scooted away from the girl as she gave her an odd look. "I'm just asking! I'm on a crime fighting team called the Teen Titans, and we live in a large tower on the outside of the bay. You would live in a huge home with me and three other guys."

Koriand'r made a disgusted look on her face.

"No, we do not have kinky sex," responded Raven as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh… So, you are like… friends."

"Yes. Exactly."

Koriand'r sat in her chair, staring down at the floor. She had never thought about living on Earth; she would just stay here for a while and then move on to the next galaxy.

But then again… if she decided to join these "Teen Titans", she would have a chance to be with… friends. She had never had friends before; only followers and a younger sister. Opening her mouth to speak, she was ready to give her answer, but she was distracted when the door burst open.

"Hellooooo!" sang a girl as she interrupted the performance. "I'm looking for my friend Connie. Has anyone seen her?"

"I accept," responded Koriand'r as she grabbed Raven's arm. "Come on."

"Let go of me," said Raven, trying to yank her arm away from the alien's grip. "What makes you so hasty?"

"Ah! There she is!" Libby was now making her way towards the corner the two girls occupied.

"Come on!" shouted Koriand'r as she flew up into the air and through the ceiling, an arguing Raven clinging onto her hand.

As the two girls flew away, Libby stared up at the ceiling in awe. She then lost interest, left, and was never heard from again.