A tall brunette girl with blue eyes was standing in front of a crashed alien ship, looking dazed. She was wearing a pink sweater with a heart on it, with sleeves so long that they covered part of her hands, a pair of jeans, plain white-and-pink sneakers, and pink glasses. She was holding an Italian Greyhound wearing a pink collar with rhinestones on the end of a zebra-striped leash. Standing next to her was a blond, blue-eyed girl wearing a jean skirt and a light mesh top over a denim-colored cami.
A short, greasy-haired man approached. He asked if we were alright, and the blond replied, "We're fine."
"So why are you girls here? To go to Harvard?" he asked, pretty much answering his own question.
"Er…yeah."
"Need any help with your luggage?"
"What? Oh…nah, we're good."
No longer necessary to the plot, the ugly little man left.
The blond girl looked over to a nearby sign. "Rose…Greenhouse." She read. "Rose, I'll take the luggage, you walk Nelly." She said, motioning to the luggage that had magically appeared on her other side. She elbowed the brunette, then walked over to the large golden sign that said "Harvard" in really big print.
The brunette appeared to have suddenly realized she was alive and started walking. The tiny, cute dog paused by a bush, giving the brunette another chance to zone out. She was awakened by a tap on the shoulder. She gave a little yelp and spun around to face a college-age boy in a black trench coat over a blue shirt with an impassive grey face and black pants and boots. He had a strange scythe-like spike of hair. "Your dog's tangled up in her leash." He said.
"What? Oh, thanks. I never would've noticed 'cause I'm always daydreaming." She said, untangling the dog.
"So you're going to Harvard, too?" he asked.
"Yeah, yep." She nodded, trying to look like she knew what she was talking about.
"I'm Dib."
"I'm Rose. I guess I'll go get signed in after I finish walking Nelly."
"I guess I'll see you up at the school, then."
A/N: Yay! I really like this story so far. I'm glad I got this up, 'cause I'm pretty sure some people would be like "Dib's not in this story! Blah, blah, blah". Dib's in it now! It's not in his POV, but he's in it. To see Nelly's pic (the dog) click the first link on my profile. See the button down there. It's sad. Click it. Please the button! PLEASE IT! Make your voice heard! Review! I always, always reply. 'Cept when I don't. –sings- Dooo it, yooou knooow yooou want tooo! –chants- DO IT! DO IT! –gets bored of chanting- See 'ya! –salutes and comp. screen fizzles out-