Wendolyn Elizabeth Margaret Scott was the perfect little girl. Her mother's name for her was 'her perfect little angel from heaven'. She had beautiful brown hair which fell in perfect locks around her cherub face, her eyes a dazzling almost purple color which sparkled in the morning light, and the attitude of a little princess raised amongst unicorns and talking flowers.

But this little princess wasn't all sugar and sweets, though. She had a streak of her which she kept hidden from her mother and father, since she wasn't sure how they'd respond to knowing their daughter could fly. Or lift cars. Or throw cars like they were made of paper. Not to mention that she could burn things by looking at them, since she had heat vision too! It was such a surreal thing for the little girl, but out of her parents company she made a point of showing off.

It got her attention her parents very rarely gave her, and it made her feel extra super special, and not just the kind of special one is when your parents were the richest couple in Metro City. So this morning she felt like showing off, and was spinning the teacher's desk above her head in the little red school house she attended. She got all the attention she wanted here, since it was her parents land, and those around her knew how amazing she was.

But all that changed the day a new student arrived. Wendy, who had been spinning the desk up above her head, stared in shock as a pair of policemen arrived at the front door. She dropped the desk, and hovered in mid air for a moment before lowering herself to the floor. The crook they were escorting wasn't a big, mean, scarred man like most crooks she saw on television was. No, they were leading along a little girl, with big green eyes, wore an orange jump suit, and whose skin was not only blue but her head was enormous.

Within the little girls hands was a ball made of glass, and suspended within the water inside the ball was a fish. It was a mix of colors, purples, pinks and whites and was... kind of ugly. But also kind of cute? She had sharp little teeth and long fins that trailed behind her as it swam inside the bowl and she wondered why anyone would have such an ugly pet. At least it wasn't a snake; she hated snakes with a passion. The blue girl was looking around nervously; face turning a slight pink as she took in her surroundings.

"Oh my gosh that orange doesn't suit her at all." Wendy said, mostly to herself as the blue skinned girl hugged that ball with the purple fish to her chest protectively, yet also treating it as if it was a shield.

The other children gathered in close to Wendy, looking at this strange looking girl from the safety of the school's golden child. Their teacher made his way through the children to the two policemen.

"Really, you had to bring her in this way? And late?" he asked in a hushed tone, trying to not sound too disappointed or disgusted but failed miserably. His brown eyes flittered down to look at the blue girl, whose own green eyes flicked up to meet with his for a fraction of a second before she looked away, face turning a violet shade of embarrassment.

"We had problems at the joint." said one of the guards who was coiling up the long chains. "When those ladies wanna act up they act up."

"Well try not to have her late to class again. She's not exempt from punishment in my school for being late to class." Mr. Twist said stiffly.

The guards simply shrugged. There wasn't a thing they could do about the little girl being late, but they'd at least try for her sake. One of the guards wished the little girl good luck before leaving, the door closing behind them. Standing there by the door the teacher watched the men leave before he turned, and saw that the whole class was looking at both him and the girl. "Right." he sighed, "Class. This is our new student, here on a prison education program. Her name is Lucy Doe. Lucy, tell us about yourself." he said, sounding somewhat bored, before moving around so he was looking down at the girl as well.

Lucy, since that seemed to be her name, stood there holding her fish. She hadn't known she'd be asked to talk, and right off the bat? Batting her eyelids quickly she looked across the sea of faces, and her eyes landed on Wendy. She recognized the little girl straight away. It was that same curl of brown hair, only now it was without the white ribbon. Those sparkling eyes, that face shape... her little hands held onto Minion's orb so tight it turned her knuckles white but continued to just glare at the girl.

"Lucy? Anytime today?" the teacher asked.

"My name is Lucy." she said finally, trying to not sound angry, or mad. She kept her voice level, sweet, nice. "I live in Metro City's Female Correctional Facility for Gifted Women. My favorite colors are black and purple. This is Minion." Lucy held up the small fish ball, "And she's my best friend. She's poisonous to everyone but me so you can't touch her." she lowered the ball, and continued to stand there, eyes locking with Wendy.

"Well that's nice, now-" the teacher started, but Lucy interrupted.

"I know you." she said.

"Who?" Wendy asked, putting a hand to her hip and raising an eyebrow. "Me? I don't know you. I don't know bluepeople. Especially blue criminals."

"I remember, I remember you in your golden ship." Lucy said as she took a few steps forward suddenly, clutching Minion close. "You bumped into me, on purpose! You sent me to live in the Prison!"

"Mr. Twist I did no such thing! She's lying!" Wendy said, turning her attention to the teacher. "Criminals lie, make her stop!"

"Lucy we don't condone lies in this school. Apologize immediately." Mr. Twist pulled on his authority, glaring down at the blue skinned girl.

"No, because I'm right!" Lucy snapped back, before pointing at Wendy. "She knocked me off course! She made me land in the jail! She lives in the golden place and I'm in the awful one! You did it!"

"Lucy no pointing, that's rude!" Mr. Twist snapped, before reaching down and grasped the girl's wrist. "I think you need a time out."

"Time out?" Lucy wasn't familiar with the phrase. Incarceration she knew, that's what happened when one of her aunts got too angry, swore, threw things around in frustration at the fact their children weren't being allowed to see them. They were taken away and weren't seen for a few days, only to return looking sad and sorry. Was this like time out? Her eyes widened in horror, since she didn't want to be locked away for days. "No, no!" she cried, tears easily falling down her cheeks as the teacher dragged her from the other students.

"Time out." Mr. Twist said as he turned her so she was facing the corner of the supply closet, which was shut. "You're not to move from here until I say so. Now you think about your lies and I want you to apologize to Wendy when you are let out." he turned and returned to the class, having a schedule to keep.

Lucy stood there awkwardly, and stared at the wooden door. So she wasn't allowed to move? She had to stand here and think about telling the truth? How dare Wendy, acting as if she hadn't done anything wrong! It was her fault things were like this. She had been so spoilt and wanted the best place to live; she had stolen it from Lucy. And now here she was, pretty, perfect, dressed in pink and white and surrounded the other children, those soft headed groupies. Even the teacher seemed to take her side of things.

Sniffing away her tears she lifted a hand to rub at her eyes and nose.

"It's all right, Miss..." Minion's soft, gentle voice whispered from inside her ball. "We know you're telling the truth."

"It's not fair." Lucy whispered to her fish, "She's so perfect."

"I don't like perfect." replied the fish with a small smile. "Perfect's boring."

Lucy gave her only friend a small smile before sniffing again. Behind her she could hear the class having fun; from the sounds of things they were doing arts and crafts. Lucy loved arts and crafts, anything that meant she could use her hands to put things together. Course, when she tried that in the jail most of her creations ended up blowing up or doing something disastrous. But that wasn't her fault; it wasn't like she did it on purpose. Things jut happened that way.

She stood there in the corner for at least half an hour before she felt the presence of the teacher Mr. Twist walk up behind her, and she flinched as his hand grasped her shoulder and turned her around. "So, thought about what you've said?" he asked with a self satisfied smirk on his face.

The little girl blinked up at him, before looking to the children at their tables, gluing things to plates and cups. She wanted to join in. She wanted to play with other children her age, rather than women who were old enough to be her mother. This meant having to lie. Shivering she looked up at the man. "Yes." she replied.

"And? Are you going to tell any more lies?" Mr. Twist asked, folding his arms.

"No, Mr. Twist." she replied.

He didn't trust her, that much was obvious, in the way he was looking at her. Why had he agreed to let this little... girl into his school? Because it was located close to the prison, plus it was privately owned meaning that the Warden and Matron of the prison wouldn't have to try and bribe as much as they would to real schools who followed the curriculum of the state. Here, in this school house, on land owned by the Scotts, things were a little bit freer. Plus, he had been given a few thousand to allow Lucy to study here. Looking at her now though, he wondered if all that money was worth it. She had trouble written all over her.

"Fine. Go join the others." he sighed, and watched as she hurried to the nearest table.

Setting Minion down on the table she smiled at the other three children that sat at the table. They stared at her blankly, before gathering up their things and hurried to another table. Lucy blinked, before looking at Minion, who shrugged her fins at her young mistress. "More for us." Lucy shrugged, and grabbed a few of the abandoned odds and ends and began to create. She stuck her tongue out as she cut with the kid-friendly scissors, glued bits together, colored with a marker and all types of things she enjoyed doing.

When Mr. Twist came around to see what the kids had created he found all manner of things. Sheep, which were plates with cotton wool glued to them, dogs, cats, even a few flowers. Wendy had made a lovely sunflower with an accompanied bee and offered it to him, and he thanked her before pinning it to the art wall where all the good stuff was presented. He finally approached Lucy at her lone table and stared at what she had created. "Lucy... what is this?"

A mountain of plates had been darkened and glued together to form a round body. Cups were strung together with pieces of string to create eight long legs with spikes poking out of each cup. A head was cotton, with marbles used for eyes. The little girl sat back, and smiled proudly at him. Her creation was bigger than her table, and it looked quite intimidating. "A spider." she said, before pointing to his teeth which were two broken pens. "This is where it bites into your skin, and excretes a toxin which melts your insides! That, that makes it easier for it to feast, sucking out everything before leaving a husk which it can't eat." she then held up a whole heap of pipe cleaner, "I made a web too!"

Mr. Twist could already hear half the girls of his class crying in fear, even a few of the boys. Lucy simply looked at him, waiting for the praise, waiting for her spider to be pinned to the wall and have it eclipse Wendy's stupid flower.

What she got was another time out, this time for upsetting the rest of the class. She huffed, and wiped at her eyes, hating how quickly she cried here.

"I thought your spider was much better then some stupid flower, Miss." Minion spoke up. Lucy smiled, before turning her head as she heard Mr. Twist struggling to put the spider into the bin, but found it was too big so he had to drag it outside. The mere sight of it sent most of the little girls into fits of tears again, Wendy not being one of them though. She looked upon the spider with disgust, before looking over to Lucy.

Mr. Twist now out of the school house, Wendy hurried over to Lucy. "Your spider was ugly." she said.

"Your flower was ugly." Lucy snapped back.

"Then why is it on the board?" Wendy smirked, hands to her hips.

"Because Mr. Twist is stupid!" Lucy hissed, to which Wendy gasped.

"You can't call a teacher stupid, you're stupid!" Wendy frowned, unaware of the small crowd gathering.

"I am not stupid!" Lucy spun on her heels, glaring at the brunette. Oh how she hated her, she was so perfect, pretty, rich and better then everyone. Not better then her, though. She wished she was as smart as Lucy was. Lucy was reading books women in big schools were reading, she could do calculations that had half numbers, even letters in there! Why did she have to come here? To better herself through learning? That was a joke! "You're stupid! You're stupid for not even knowing you're an alien like me! You think you're so normal well you're not! I saw you, you can fly! You're stronger then a man! No little girl is like that, you're an alien and you ruined my life!" she spat.

Wendy was just about to pull back to shove the blue girl when she remembered. She couldn't hit anyone. If she did, the little girl would no doubt fly through the wall. Then she'd be no better then the criminal in front of her. But what she had said stung terribly, an alien? Her? Wendy wasn't an alien, she wasn't blue, green, or freaky looking. She was a regular little girl who just happened to have powers, it was because she was important. She was destined to do great things one day! Right? She wasn't an alien. Lucy was the alien, her and her ugly little fish. But still feeling insulted that this... criminal would dare say such things to her the little girl took a step back, gave Lucy a satisfied smirk, before she burst into loud, wailing tears.

"What is going on in here?" Mr. Twist, having just returned, demanded at seeing Wendy in tears and the other children gathered around. An explosion of answers flew at him, some of the children pointing to Lucy, others to Wendy, who only continued to cry harder. "One at a time, one at a time!"

"The blue girl called Wendy stupid!"

"And ugly!"

"And scratched her!"

"She called you stupid too!"

"I did nothing like that!" Lucy shrieked, since she really hadn't. She hadn't said anything about the way the girl looked, or scratched her. But now she wished she had. Because she wasn't ugly at all, but hearing that would no doubt bruise her precious little pride.

"She hates me!" Wendy squeaked amongst her tears, and hiccupped for optimal effect before wiping at her eyes with her hands. "I didn't do anything!"

Mr. Twist stared down at the blue skinned girl, before shaking his head. "I'm going to have to call the Warden on you, Lucy." he didn't apologize since he didn't feel he had to. She was a trouble maker through and through, and he couldn't have her assaulting the only daughter of the people who owned the land which his school house was run. He strode over to his desk and picked up the telephone and began to dial.

Wendy continued sniffling, before casting a glance at Lucy, and smiled at her through the tears. Lucy could feel the anger welling up within her chest, and the tears in her eyes. She'd just been standing here as she was told to do! It was Wendy who started everything but who would believe perfect Wendolyn Scott over Lucy Doe? Nobody. She growled in frustration, wishing she could hurt her, but knew she couldn't.

She was barely aware when two guards arrived, an hour earlier than they would have to, and locked her small tiny wrists in the handcuffs again and led her from the school.

"I told the Warden she might be a problem. I hope he has a proper talk to her!" Mr. Twist called out after the guards, acting like a human shield as if Lucy would turn and try to harm the children.

"Yeah yeah." said one of the guards as he opened the yellow bus doors and little Lucy climbed the steps to find a seat at the back of the bus as usual. The alien girl stared down at her fish currently sitting in her lap, and she smiled sadly at her before stroking the orb of the glass.

"...now we're in for it." she mumbled.

"Warden isn't that bad, Miss." Minion replied cheerily, "Just tell him that Wendy said those things to you and he'll understand!"

Lucy lifted her gaze to stare over her shoulder at the school house. It was slowly falling away as the bus drove back to her home, and she wondered if Minion was right. Would he believe her, against Wendy's words? Against Mr. Twists' words? A part of her said no, of course not. He'd side with the good people. Yet a small, hopeful part of her, wished he would. That he'd tell her things would be all right, that she didn't have to go back to that horrible place with the mean children and mean teacher.

It may not be realistic thinking, but she was still young enough to hope, and to dream.

Wendy was stood at the window, watching the yellow prison bus leave with Lucy. She was still frowning, but her brain was buzzing. An alien? A golden space pod? Knocking her out of the way? She had never laid eyes on this blue girl before, or her little fish, so why was it that it all seemed so familiar to her? She had seen those eyes before, those brilliant green eyes but she couldn't remember from where. Maybe what Lucy had said made sense? What if it was the truth? But then, she wasn't really a Scott then, was she? What was she?

What was she?