User blog:EwImTrash/Different (Another Fanfiction by EwImTrash)

Another fanfic about -- da da da -- Lucy!

Sorry if anyone else has had the same idea as I did. I thought of this on my own. I didn't mean to copy anybody, if I did.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A New Chapter
5-year-old Lucy packed a black binder into her book bag. Today was her first day of school. She was excited and scared at the same time.

"I wonder if anyone will like me." she said to a 1-year-old Lisa, who couldn't care less about what she was saying. "I must be very likeable. Am I likeable?"

Lisa nodded distantly.

Lucy stopped packing. "Do you even care about what I'm saying?"

Lisa shook her head.

Lucy stared at her for a second, then grabbed her bag and went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast before school.

"Lucy, the bus is here!" Rita called.

Lucy groaned. "Can I have breakfast first?!"

"Have breakfast at school. Go on the bus before they leave!" Rita yelled.

Lucy groaned again, and headed outside to the bus.

There are so many kids, she thought. And these are only from MY neighborhood.

She boarded the bus, and sat in the back row, telling herself to avoid people until she reached her classroom at school.

Unfortunately, a group of second-grade boys sat at the seats next to her. She was about to move to an empty seat in the front row, but the boys blocked her.

One red-haired boy picked at her hair. "What's up with this? Marco?" He turned to the dark-skinned boy beside him.

Marco laughed. "She's hiding something?"

A blonde boy pulled her hair. "How hideous are your eyes?"

The red-haired boy snickered. "Don't worry, little one. Everyone will be looking at that pasty skin. Nobody will even see your eyes."

Lucy tried to ignore them. "Can you just stop."

Marco cupped his hands. "Aww." He looked at the blonde boy, and the red-haired one. "Adrian, Jaylen, look like this girl's a whiner."

The blonde one, Adrian, made crying sounds. "Waa, I'm so sad. Waa."

Lucy was nearly fed up. "Just stop!"

Jaylen joined in on the crying sounds. "WAA! Aw, is the baby sad?"

Lucy flushed red with anger. "HOW ABOUT YOU GO BACK TO THE RAT HOLE YOU GAME FROM AND GET AWAY FROM ME?!"

The boys shut up, and went to the front row.

Lucy was glad her eyes were covered. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them away.

"Lucy?" said a familiar voice.

Lucy looked up. "Lincoln? I forgot you go to this school."

Lincoln frowned. "Lucy? What's wrong?"

Lucy looked away from him. "N-nothing. You go hang out with Clyde. I'm fine alone."

Lincoln shrugged. "If you say so, but I'm only a few steps away." He went back to sitting with Clyde. Every once in a while he would look back at her with a concerned look on his face. He had to tell himself every time he looked back that Lucy would be okay, because she always finds a way to be happy, despite her dark personality.

Chapter 2: Worst. Teacher. Ever.
The bus came to a stop with an ear-piercing screech. Lucy raced to her classroom.

A tall blonde woman in a pink pantsuit waited outside the door. She wore a name tag saying Mrs. Windsnap.

"You must be Lucy!" she said. Her voice was squeaky and reminded Lucy of a squirrel.

Lucy nodded, and went to look for her desk in the pink-painted classroom. Everything was a different shade of pink, except for the desks, which were a light shade of cyan, keeping the boys and girls in balance.

Lucy winced and sat at her blue desk, which smelled of gingerbread.

Didn't seem like anyone was coming for a while, so Lucy started to converse with her bubbly teacher.

"So, you like pink?" she asked.

Mrs. Windsnap nodded. "I l-l-l-l-love it!" she squeaked.

Lucy winced, and decided she wouldn't talk to her anymore. Instead, she wrote poems in her journal.

School, my sisters told me it would be nice.

Instead I have to spend time with a bunch of pink mice.

Mrs. Windsnap looked at Lucy from the doorway. "No writing during morning free time, Lucy." She continued to greet the student who pooled in the classroom.

Lucy made sure her teacher wasn't looking, and finished her poem.

School, my favorite subject would've been writing.

''But I can't even write. This isn't exciting.''

She quietly shut her journal and shoved it in her blue desk.

"What am I supposed to do, then?" Lucy muttered.

She looked around the classroom, then spotted a doll playhouse. She keeled next to it, and chose eleven dolls from the box next to the playhouse.

Lucy placed two dolls in one of the rooms. Imitating Lori, she whispered to herself. "That is literally hilarious, Leni."

Now, imitating Leni, she said. "Hi-lar-i-ous?"

"It literally means funny, Leni."

Lucy made cross eyes. "Fun-ny?"

Now, imitating Lisa, she sighed with a lisp.

She dropped the dolls back in the box and stormed to her desk. "This is boring."

The bell rang. School had officially started.

Chapter 3: With Food Comes a Plan
Lucy thought her teacher would never stop talking when the lunch bell rang. Saved by the bell.

She grabbed her poetry journal and walked to the lunchroom.

Much to her surprise, Kindergarten, first, and second grade all ate at once.

She grabbed her lunch, and scanned the cafeteria for Lincoln and Clyde. Nothing.

Lucy sighed. The least she could do to have a good day is sit alone in the empty table in the corner.

Unfortunately, Adrian, Marco and Jaylen sat next to her.

Through gritted teeth, she said. "Go away."

Jaylen pulled her hair. "Aww, do you want to be alone? You in time out, baby?"

Lucy turned red. "Call me baby one more time. You'll regret it."

"Baby." Marco peeped.

Lucy walked away, grinning.

Adrian scoffed. "Like she could scare us."

Jaylen nodded. "Yeah, she's just a little girl."

Little did they know Lucy was still right behind them. She tapped their backs. They turned to her.

"Boo."

They ran away, screaming.

Lucy sighed. "That's the one good thing that's happened today. I can't wait to go home, but school ends in three hours. I don't know if I can make it that long."

A dimly lit light bulb went off in her head.

She shoved a variety of food in her mouth and chewed without swallowing. She headed to the teacher's table.

Muffled, she said. "My stomach hurts. Can I go to the infirmary-"

With that, she spit up all the food in her mouth on Mrs. Windsnap.

Lucy's teacher turned red with anger. Nonetheless, she lead her student to the infirmary. The Nurse called her mother, who took her home.

Chapter 4: Genius
Rita lead her daughter to her room and laid her in bed. She placed her hand on Lucy's forehead.

"You don't have a cold. Maybe you just overate?" Rita said.

Lucy nodded sickly as her mother left and shut the door.

Lucy threw a fist into the air with pride. She escaped that hell they call school.

3-year-old Lola and Lana walked in her room. "Why are you home so early?"

Lucy turned red. She didn't want to teach her siblings to lie. "Mom took me home." That wasn't a lie; Rita did drive Lucy home.

Lana and Lola shrugged, and went downstairs to watch cartoons.

Lucy sighed with relief.