Hi again!

Thanks to everyone reading, willing or unwilling, and alibi2014, my beta reader. This is a real chapter. That doesn't mean it is good (it isn't), it just means it is serious, uses ideas, and plays a part in the plot. This is not where I thought this fic would go, so you have to tell me if you like this new plot idea or want me to dump it.

If I haven't used your idea yet, I will soon. Unless it involves pairings. I'm not sure whether I want to have any pairings...Sorry! Also, can someone draw a picture of Mr. John Eimdaboss and send it to me...Crazy request, I know!

You know I don't own this.

Chuckling, Starfire slid into a pink comfortable computer chair.

I KNEW it was Gizmo. Oh, being evil isn't, like, a good reason, right? Whatever.

With enough time on Earth, this alien had begun to actually think in teenager-talk. No wonder she blended in so well with John. He didn't suspect a thing! Although maybe using earth slang wasn't the best thing. Sometimes, it confused her, and she accidentally used synonyms of human slang, which freaked others out. Such as informing others that they had a big head, when she meant to say they had a gigantic brain.

Slender fingers speedily tapped upon the keys, and in no time, she had logged in.

"You've got a lot of mail. You must be popular." The same cheeriness filled the robotic voice, but the words were different. It only did that when she had a lot of mail.

"107 messages!" Starfire exclaimed, shocked. "I believe that is double, two, or too, many!"

-------------------------------Mr. Eimdaboss----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A slight frown appeared on John Eimdaboss' face. Upon his body was a black trench coat, similar to that of a detective's. Inside his mouth was a cigar. A hat pulled low over his eyes paired with a magnifying glass, a leather breifcase, and a pair of boots completed the look. Obviously, Mr. Eimdaboss enjoyed playing dress-up.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" Mrs. Eimdaboss's plump apron-wearing figure appeared. Her orange curls were tied in a bun, and a big smile appeared on her homely but kind-looking features.

"To search for clues..."

Actually, Eimdaboss was only going to the computer upstairs, but Mrs. Eimdaboss did not need to know that. Tiptoeing upstairs, sparkles in his blue eyes gave off a mysterious excited glint. As a small tabby cat snuck past him, John picked it up.

"You know too much." He whispered to it. "I'm afraid you'll have to be sent to...the couch..."

Reaching the 2nd floor, he placed it on a black sofa. With a flick of his pale fingers, the computer's switch had been turned on.

"Okay, Kory Anders. Let's check your history out like a library book."

Ignoring the strangeness of that comparison, he typed up "people search" in a search engine.

"Aha..."People Search For Nosy Bosses Trying To Find Information On Employees"? Specific...I like it."

Why was he doing this? First off, she was a foreigner, and therefore should have a weird name like Huukdiomalljuddepoldessnab Jiifdoi'Lnuma (A/N: No offense is meant to anyone or their name, I'm not rascist, it's just part of the story.) but instead, she had Kory Anders. If she wanted to start a new life, she might want a new name. But why go through all that trouble of changing a name legally when she could just become an illegal immigrant? Being a slightly paranoid man, he began to think that maybe she was an unregistered alien!

"Oh! Not a single Kory Anders!"

The next day, he questioned Kory as to whether she was a minor or not.

"Minor?" Kory asked, confused.

"Are you above 18?" He explained.

"Yes, sir!" Kory exclaimed, enthusiastic as ever.

Oh no. John thought. She is an illegal immigrant.

-------------Back with Starfire----------------------

Dear Star,

Hi, I'm from a...country...and I am the king, thanks to the queen-to-be leaving and giving me her crown. My people do not favor me, since there is a new girl who despises my rule and asks to be ruler. She is not from our pla- I mean, country, but she is popular because she has this peculiar ruling "style". She is cruel, but a natural leader, with passion, motivation, and a way of sticking out. Heads once focused upon the grand ruler of Tamaran-I mean, Tuvalu, have now focused upon this girl. Now the question has come of whether she shall rule instead of me. I really do not want her to rule, but if it is what my people want...

-Confused Gal For What is right-
The alien frowned at the mention of Tamaran and the almost-mention of planets. She may be a little naive, but she was not dumb. No one would actually be fooled by the little "I mean"s. Confused GAL FOR what is right? Wait, how would Galfore even get a computer? Oh yeah, Starfire herself dumped one on him telling him to e-mail her...And then she had to explain what on Tamaran was an e-mail...

Perhaps someone was playing a practical joke- the civilians knew about Starfire and her planet Tamaran. At least, she thought so, until she remembered no one here knew about Galfore except the Titans. Her friends were nice; they wouldn't be cruel and trick her like that. If that didn't convince her, the next one sure did.

Dear Star,

My sister is always defeating me in EVERYTHING. Do you know how much that hurts? She was so nice to me and so popular I began to hate her. This girl blended in but still stuck out because she was so "perfect". I stuck out because I looked different from everyone. This was seriously annoying, since I was here first, worked harder, and didn't have to be 'nice'. I think she was deceiving-being nice to people to kill them inside. No one else could see that! Little Starfire, perfect in everything, tried to "help" me, but it was actually a way to insult me. I was put in jail for simply trying to get her in trouble! I'm back, and I'm having a little trouble deciding on what to do. I'm so angry it's like a raging black fire is inside me! So I returned to my country, the one we were princesses of, and have made my presence clear. Everyone admires me, so I suggested making me the queen. I want to rule without physically harming anybody. I can rule them all, but...any ideas on mentally damaging someone for life?

-Ann Gree

One shocked alien stared at a compact computer with flowers and fur all over the monitor, wondering what she could do. Slowly, she began to type out a response to Galfore.

Dear Gal,

Follow your heart. Is she evil or misunderstood? Does she want to rule peacefully or does she wish to control, be greedy, and harm people? Wait, don't Tuvaluans have a democracy? Anyway, even if they don't, they still probably can take care of and choose for themselves. I understand what it is like to have someone favored to you...This person you mention sounds a lot like the person who forced me to experience this. I also understand what it's like to have that favored person manipulate your friends into prefering them.Watch her, but if she shows no signs of evil, get to know her a bit.

-Star

Those two questions were the very ones she was asking herself. Unfortunately, she knew she couldn't simply waltz onto Tamaran and kill her sister or something, not now that "Star" just got a whole new point of view. Never having thought of it that way, Kory Anders's mind blanked out. Looks like Star needs a little advice herself. And there is only one person who can help her.

(gasp) Who will it be? No one cares. Honestly, I have an idea, but I'm not sure if I can develop it. Let me tell you, it's not who you are expecting. All of the ideas given were fantastic, and I'll definitely use them.

But...That's right, I'm still looking for ideas, reviews, flames, corrections, or whatever you've got. My author notes are too long and boring and chapters too short and stupid, so I will shut up now!

What I thought: I think this chapter was kind of..off. Confusing and boring, this bounces around without being well written. Overdramatic without writing dramatically. But I do think this chapter shows enough of both dialogue and paragraphs, and had a plot. See, I CAN compliment myself!

Anonymous reviews:

To critic-Is the name REALLY that important? LOL. I actually am apathetic toward that name- whatever works, right? Meh, I'm too lazy too change it. But thank you anyway.

To anonymous-Thanks! I enjoy sugar too. Also enjoyable is the hyper/ sugar-rush feeling you experience after it.