Iscratched my nose, watching the last few minutes of French class snail by. Monsieur Grisetto was saying something, but I wasn't really paying attention. It was Thursday, and it was raining outside. Hard. I groaned, knowing that I had to walk home in this. Damn, I hate the rain.

I looked up only to see Mr. Grisetto staring at me. "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" He asked me. I blinked, the French not registering into my brain like it should have. Shaking my head to knock myself out of my stupor, I looked at him. "Come again?"

"Qu'est-ce qui ne-" he stopped, sighed and asked in my native language, "what's wrong?"

"Oh." I knew what that meant in French. Ha-ha, I had a brain fart.

"Nothing. Just waiting."
"Waiting? For what?"

Just then the bell rang. "That." I responded. I jumped up and ran out of the classroom. Okay, so, today, I couldn't focus. I was hungry, and if class went on any longer, my hoodie wouldn't have sleeves anymore – they would be in my mouth.

Fighting the crowd, I finally got to my locker. I dialed in the combination and opened it up to reveal the 'lovely' interior. There were some curses written in sharpie and something that looked like 'Mike's Mom is a Whore', but the worst of it was covered up by my own crap - A Weighted Companion Cube picture, a picture of cake, and some other crud. It was better I looked at that stuff than the graffiti.

I shoved my books into my book bag pell-mell, and dawned my long, black with buckles and straps, Tripp trench coat. I loved it to death, but everyone else poked fun at it. They're just jealous because… well, I don't know why. They were just jealous.

Waiting till the hall cleared out a bit; I sighed and started walking out of the tiny hallways of lockers and into the main school hallway, heading for the doors. Digging around for my beloved MP3 player, I felt a hand mess up my already tangled mane of hair. I looked up and saw my friend Amber, grinning.

"Keep walking girly, or I'm going to bite you shoulder." I threatened, baring my teeth like a vampire playfully. Amber just rolled her eyes. She became immune to my bite threat, and the biting itself. Oh, don't act like you never bit your friends on the shoulder.

"Are you looking for this?" She held up my Sansa.

"When- where- ?!" I sputtered, snatching my media player.

"I borrowed it, remember?"

Oh. Yeah. She did.

"You're so forgetful!" She teased me. I made my teeth bear themselves once again, making sure to wrinkle my nose too. "Anyway, I gotta catch the bus! Have fun walking!" And before I could attack her sides with my tickling fingers, she danced out the door.

I scuffed the ground with the tip of my black boot. Right, I had to walk home in the rain. Damnit, I HATE walking in the rain. I used to love it, but now I don't. It's gotta be a puberty thing or something. So, popping the ear buds into my ears, and flipping back my long blond hair, I went outside into the wet, wet world.

I speed-walked down the sidewalk, making twisted faces at the people in the buses who were pointing and laughing. Today just sucked. There was no other way to put that, seriously. I turned and faced the large hill I had to climb everyday to get to my house. By now, it was probably slick from the cascading rain.

With a quick breathe of air, I started running up the hill, the rain hitting my already wet face. As soon as I got to the top, I felt like I was going to die. After many years of walking up the stupid thing, you would have thought that I'd be used to it by now. Ha-ha, no.

After regaining my breath, I started walking again when it happened. The world suddenly fell silent, and the raindrops froze. I tried to move to grab one, but I realized I couldn't move myself. What the hell?! I thought to myself. This isn't normal! I kept struggling, trying to move, but I was getting nowhere fast.

The sound of what sounded like something large and made out of glass shattering caught my attention, and I would have been surprised if it didn't. The world, being so quiet, that noise sounded like a cannon went off beside me. I was sure my ears were bleeding.

Then, with a silent horror, I saw something falling from the sky. It rocketed toward the ground, near where I was! Ah, holy shit! It's the end of the world!! I thought crazily and hectically. This stuff falling from the sky wasn't normal either, so why not? Ragnarok sounded good right now; at least I wouldn't have to walk home in the rain.

All I remember was watching the thing fall to Earth, a flash of blinding light and then darkness.

I tasted mud. When I opened my eyes, I figured out why; I was laying down, face first on the grass, feeling a little weak and defiantly numb in some places, the rain gently pattering down on my back. After making sure I had all ten fingers and wiggling all my toes, I figured I was okay. 'The hell just happened?! I thought to myself angrily. Am I going delirious?!

I pushed myself off the ground, rubbing as much muck off my lovely coat as I could and started walking home again. Whatever just happened, it caused my coat to become soiled. I was probably going to rant to Autumn or Evan or Janelle, or SOMEONE.

Too lost in my thoughts, I was taken by surprise when I felt wind whipping my face and seeing the ground racing toward me.

I tasted mud. Again.

I pushed myself up, angrier than before and even angrier when I heard 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life' floating out of my earphones. Grumbling and saying stuff that would make my mother's hair curl, I pushed myself back up. What did I trip over anyway? You don't just FALL, okay?

I turned around and saw something purple lying in the grass. I bent down to examine it, only to leap backwards cat-like and land on my ass shrieking and arms flailing. A BODY! OH MY GOD! A BODY!! IT'S DEAD! I FOUND A MURDER SCENE!

I calmed down and started breathing normally when I noticed the body was breathing. Whoever it was, it looked like they were unconscious or sleeping. I immediately started feeling very stupid for the way I was acting. Look, you don't find a body on the ground in a yard everyday; sometimes you just got to expect the worst.

Debating to leave the body here or not, I decided I better make sure she was okay. I crept toward her, my crawling hands finding a stick. I picked it up, arming myself. I reached out and poked the puffy white sleeve hard with my wooden protector. She didn't move.

I got up, and like a sane person would have done a lot sooner than I have, looked over whom we had here. "Oh." I told myself. "It's just a purple jester." I picked up my bag and started walking when I froze. Wait, I asked myself mentally, what the hell is she doing unconscious in a joker costume on someone's lawn in the rain?! Even I knew that wasn't right. I ran back and rolled the girl onto her back, and I recoiled again, but not as violently the first time.

She was covered in mud, of course, but she was streaked with bleeding gashes across her arms and mostly her torso. A heavily oozing cut under her eye caught my attention, and then so did her eyes. Closed or not, they were HUGE. They would have even been big on a horse! Okay, I thought, so this girl has some deformations and shit going on; I'm still helping her. From the torn clothing, gashes, and the unconsciousness, the first thing that came to my mind was a possible rape victim, but I decided against it.

I better take her home. I thought. I bent down to pick her up and drag her back to my home, which was a few minutes down the street, when I realized that this girl was clearly over six feet tail. I grimaced, being only five foot, seven. God damnit.

I grappled the girl's one arm and tugged, nearly falling over backwards. For being six feet tall, she weighed about as much as a cat.

No, I think my cat weighed more.

I went to throw one of her arms around my neck and support-carry her back, but this weight thing changed everything. I grabbed her arm tighter and flipped her body over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and quickly walked home. I noticed that her clothing, whatever is was, was smooth and didn't seem to have any seams… and it was skin tight. I snorted trodding through the rain. She probably was a hootchie or something to wear clothing that tight in public. The hat totally clashed though. It was out of place if she was pretending to be a skanky jester, because all it did was look biggish and detracting.

Walking up the back stairs of my house, I unlocked the back door with difficulty, and walked inside. Thank God my mother doesn't come home until two hours from now. This would be hard to explain, but my dad should be upstairs sleeping. I'd just put this poor soul on my bed and wake him up and explain to him what happened. He works nightshift as a nurse, and nurses know how to treat people with injuries so why the hell not?

Making my way up the stairs, I heard the beep on the answering machine. I pressed it, listening in to the message. "Steph," my dad's voice said, "I'm going down to Jimmy's for a bit. I called off sick because I want to spend some time with my bud, because you know I hardly get to see him anymore. Love you pumpkin!"

Well, my plan is working like a charm, isn't it?

I trudged up my stairs in my soaking wet attire and the unconscious person flopping uselessly around on my back. I turned the corner and pushed apart the hippy-like door beads I had hanging to reveal my entirely purple room. I hoped I'd be able to find this chick if I put her down for a second, and hopefully she wouldn't blend in.

I carefully laid her down on my bed, noting that I had to wash my bedclothes anyway. Now that the haze of the rain wasn't distracting my eyes from her details, I was able to see her better. She was insanely skinny. Probably anorexic or some crap. I thought bitterly. She was also flat-chested, which is something I noticed with glee. Okay, so my breasts aren't big, alright? Don't rub it in; as least I had boob-seniority over this skank here. Her feet and legs were shaped oddly too. She was normal till the knee. Then her legs seemed to get larger and go straight into her feet. How odd. Then a peculiar detail caught my eye.

This person lacked a neck and wrists. Completely. There was nothing here. No tissue or muscles or skin or anything! Nothing! I shook my head, and thought to myself, it's just a trick for the costume. Remembering there were some wounds to dress, I stripped off my coat and hung it up on the back of my door, as I ran, still in my wet clothing, to the bathroom to get a washcloth and some Neosporin or something.

I came back into my room and sat down on the edge of my bed, carefully cleaning and disinfecting each wound. As I worked, I started feeling more and more sympathetic towards this girl. Maybe she was at a costume party and really was raped… or maybe she was mugged or something. All I knew was that I never saw her in my life before, and rumors would have flown around the small city of Nanticoke if anyone knew this wild child.

I turned around and grabbed the box of band-aids on my dresser to dress the cuts, and I only looked away for a second. When I looked back, I dropped the box on my bed dumbly. I KNOW I saw her costume and skin cut up and ruined. Now she just lay there, all holes and cuts gone like they never happened.

I looked at my Neosporin in awe. I read the text below the brand name: Faster Healing Guaranteed! Um… holy shit, I'm keeping this tube.

But that didn't explain the clothes thing. I didn't fix them and I KNEW there were holes in it! I grabbed her hand to pull her arm closer for inspection when I stopped. Rubbing her hand a bit, I realized how soft her skin was. I just sat there and rubbed my thumb in circles on the top of her hand in awe. There was no annoying body hair or anything on it; her fingers were long and thin with few creases in it and perfect looking nails. It was like petting glass, that smoothness, but the softness was totally of velvet. Such an odd feeling! This girl couldn't be for real!

I jumped a bit when the girl moaned, and I saw the closed eyelids twitch. My eyes now focused on her closed ones, I observed the flirty and unnaturally long eyelashes. Stranger yet.

I then realized I was holding a dirty red washcloth, which was once white by the way, and I threw it into my laundry basket, not wanting to look like I beat her to death with a damp towel in my room, and I smiled slightly as her eyes opened, revealing the loveliest shade of purple I have ever seen. Then, she opened her mouth, and I waited to hear her voice, which probably sounded like crystal bells, say something.

She spoke two words in a strange, deep voice, "What happened?"

I felt my jaw hit the ground, as I was mentally slapped in the face. OH MY GOD! SHE'S A HE!