Time passed slowly for Lydia when she was in school. The teachers did not seem to care that she was there, nor did any of the other students. Some, which included the rich girl, Clare Brewster, instantly became her tormenter. Was it even possible for her to wear anything that didn't include pink?

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the girl finally came into the cafeteria, eager to eat her lunch.

Once she entered the room, she immediately regretted her decision. Inside the room, there were shrines upon shrines for the Brewster child. At every single table, there was at least a kid who wore a shirt that said "Vote for Claire Brewster!". Lydia nearly gagged. As she turned to walk out of the cafeteria however, someone spilled all their milk over her head.

A shrill laugh filled the air. Lydia turned to see that Claire was laughing at her, as well as the kids surrounding her. Soon, everyone began laughing at her, pointing and whispering.

Lydia took off running as the jeer grew louder and louder.

She ran until she escaped into the woods next to the school. Falling down at the base of a large oak, she crying. Not loud crying, just small ones. The ones that brought just small tears. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"Woah, babes. What happened to you?"

Lydia looked up to see that Beetlejuice was floating in front of her, staring at her. "Hey." She mumbled.

"Why the long face?" At that, Beetlejuice stretched his face into that of a horse then turned back when Lydia didn't laugh. "What's up babes?"

"Nothing."

"Don't look like nothing to me. You're all wet." He leaned in close to sniff her. "And you smell like milk babes."

That only made Lydia cry even more.

"Oops… probably not the right thing to say at the moment." Rubbing his chin and looking away, he sat in a noisy silence where he proceeded to think. "Maybe… naw. That won't do – uh, let see maybe if- nope, that's not gonna work."

As he sat in midair, cross legged and upside down, muttering to himself, Lydia's sobs subsided and she looked at him curiously, wondering what he was doing.

With a final scratch of his head, a beetle dropped out and landed on Lydia's lap. "Oh hey, there's the little rascal." He reached over to get the beetle but stopped before he touched it. "Do ya mind?" Shaking her head, he plucked it up and ate it. Then, he hit his palm with his fist, his face brightening. "I got it!" Turning to the pale face girl, he asked, "Ya wanna see the Neitherworld?"

"Neitherworld?" She asked, still shocked that he ate the beetle. "What's that?"

"Only the funnest place ya can ever be in babes." He reached out a hand to her. "C'mon, it's a whole lot better than just staying here."

"Alright." She reached out and grasped his hand.