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A/N: Here's the second chapter, which also happens to be the last already written chapter.


Far too early in the morning, Columbia was awoken by the peculiar sensation of being dragged out of bed feet first. Before she could even attempt to protest somebody threw her onto the floor.

Judging by the pointy-heeled boot that prodded at Columbia's side, that somebody was Magenta.

"Get up."

Ah, the familiar voice confirmed it. Yet Columbia continued to lie on the floor until she remembered a conversation she'd had the previous day. Her eyes opened quite suddenly.

"School!" she squeaked, sitting up.

"Yes, school. You don't want to be late on your first day, do you?" Magenta asked.

Columbia looked up at best friend. To her surprise, Magenta wore what could only be described as a 'standard '50s housewife uniform'. The dress went down to her knees and was an atrocious floral pattern. And her red hair was pinned up in a way that reminded Columbia of Lucille Ball. At least she still wore her black boots, which looked quite nice – even though those white stockings happened to be of a more conservative persuasion than her usual sheer ones.

When she realized what Columbia was staring at, Magenta rolled her eyes. "I know I look ridiculous. But I couldn't wear my usual clothes when driving you to school, could I? Not while I'm masquerading as your dear old mother."

"That makes sense," Columbia mumbled.

That's when Magenta left the room. Apparently she needed to make breakfast.

It was too early in the morning for Columbia to think clearly. Fortunately, Magenta already had an outfit picked out for Columbia to wear. That meant one less thing that required brainpower.

Unfortunately, the outfit really wasn't Columbia's style.

For one thing, the colors were rather dull compared to her usual clothes. And the skirt – a drab garment made of dark blue knit – went down to almost her knees. At least it didn't have an awful crinoline like the dress Magenta wore.

The shirt wasn't much better. Though the neckline wasn't too high, the sleeves were elbow length. And it didn't have any sort of pattern.

If only it weren't so cold outside! Then she could've 'forgotten to wear' that awful sweater and grey stockings. Oh, well.

Once she'd gotten dressed, she quickly put on some baby pink lipstick and drew on her eyebrows.

There.

Then she went right to the kitchen. By then breakfast was finished being cooked. It happened to be delightful looking French toast and some bacon. Just as Columbia sat down t the table, Magenta moved the plate of food away.

"We haven't got much time. You'll need to eat in the car," she explained.

"Really?" Columbia replied.

"Really. Hurry along, now. We really don't want to be late on your first day."

As they rushed out the door, Columbia couldn't help but think that Magenta enjoyed pretending to be her mother.


Most days, James and Susan walked to school together. They'd meet outside her house, since she lived closer, and then discuss a variety of things as they walked.

"How was-"

James interrupted her before she could even begin to ask a question. "Wesley is the devil incarnate. I'd rather not relive that awful 'study hour'. Now that I've seen what evils old Dr. Scotty can punish me with, I hate Germans even more."

At this, Susan laughed. "Sorry I mentioned it."

They walked in silence for a while. Then, just as they were stepping onto the school's front lawn, James remembered something.

"Wasn't there a new student named Laura starting here today?"

"Yes. And I think that's her," Susan replied, pointing to a girl getting out of a car nearby.

"Her hair is pink," James said, stunned.

"I've noticed. It's rather nice, I think. Very… unique."

"I'd say!"

Susan then began to walk to the front door, as usual. James, on the other hand, stood there as if glued to the spot.

"Er, James?"

"We should help her," James muttered. "I mean… she doesn't known where her first class is. And what if Wesley tries to out smart her in a duel of cleverness? I'll have to rescue her!"

"You think she's hot," Susan said bluntly.

"No, I - you're right. But it's still nice to help her," James replied awkwardly.

The girl did look sort of helpless standing there. Poor thing hadn't even moved from where she'd been dropped off.

James began to walk toward Laura. Rolling her eyes, Susan followed him.

I stood there, where Magenta had dropped me off, for quite a while. It was then that all this truly sunk in. Here I was at school. The place I'd run away from hardly a year ago.

Couldn't Frankie think of a better way to get rid of me during the day? And now that I know that he sleeps during the day and stays awake at night I'll be able to avoid bothering him!

I didn't want to go to school. So I just stood there in silence, with my backpack slung over my shoulder.

After a while, someone walked up to me: a gawky teenaged boy with an awkward smile upon his face. He looked very nervous, to my confusion. A girl with pale skin and brown hair soon appeared beside him. She was quite shorter than he.

"Hey, um, are you Laura Trent?" he asked.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" I replied.

"He thinks you're cute and therefore has decided it's his duty to help you find your way through the school," the girl explained.

That sounded rather creepy. And quite pathetic.

"I'll find my way around the school by myself, if that's okay," I told them nervously.

Then, I walked toward the building. I couldn't help but wonder how they'd known who I was. That was the least of my worries, I soon realized.

After crossing the threshold and entering the building, I really began to panic.

Everybody was looking at me.

Probably because of my hair being that shade of pink. At least I saw a few other girls with the same short haircut… yet they all had real eyebrows and natural hair colors.

Then I began to wonder why they all stood around. Shouldn't they be in class?

"Maybe you need our help after all," said a voice behind me.

I turned around to see the two kids I'd met before. By then, most of the other students were going back to their own business.

"My name is Susan, and this is James," the girl said.

"James Miller," her friend elaborated.

"Right. Do you know where Ms. Rennie's classroom is?" I asked.

James nodded. "Yeah. That's our first class."

"Of course, that's not much of a coincidence. There are only two homerooms for 10th graders," Susan pointed out.

It only took a few minutes for us to get to the classroom. Only one other student happened to be there already. And, obviously, the teacher sat at her desk reading something boring looking.

"Where's everyone else?" I whispered.

"Class doesn't actually start for a while," James explained.

The three of us then sat down. Then, the teacher noticed me.

"Hello Miss Trent! I was told you'd be starting here today," she said cheerfully.

I wasn't really sure what to say to that, so I just didn't say anything. It was all beginning to be a bit creepy. I wanted to go home.

Students began filing into the room. Many of them greeted me by name. Definitely creepy.

"Does anyone here not know my name?" I whispered to Susan, just as the bell rang.

"Denton is a very small town," she replied.


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