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So, this is sort of unprecedented, but... this story has no ABDL content at all. So why are we posting it on DailyDiapers? Because we wrote it and we want to share it. Because by now, you guys know the kind of intricate plots and characters Pudding and I create. And because we honestly think it will get more views here than anywhere else. Maybe our fans want something different from authors they trust, or maybe someone just needs a free book to read. I dunno. Either way, I hope you read it. I hope you enjoy it. And as always, thank you for your constant love and support. ❤️ Complete PDF and ePub versions are available on Patreon as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nobody wants to be the new kid. The new kid doesn't know where the cafeteria is, or that the door to the photography dark room isn't labeled and subsequently ends up ruining a whole semester's worth of work in a heartbeat. The new kid doesn't know that the meatloaf on Tuesdays is mostly newspaper - though that should be obvious - or that it's against the rules to put combination locks on lockers. I guess there's good reason nobody likes the new kid. Heck, if I wasn't the new kid, I wouldn't like me either. I stood awkwardly at the front of the twelve students in advisory group, looking up at the clock that read 9:15. "So. You know the drill guys. This is," The middle-aged man with glasses looked down at the sheet and then back up, like he hadn't even made an effort to learn my name, "Star… right. Yeah. Anyway, does anybody want to volunteer to show him around? You'll get a pardon from first hour if you do. What about you, Anna? Show the new kid around? You're never in first hour anyway; at least it'll be legitimate this time." And that's me. A boy named Star that needed people to be blackmailed into wanting to know me. Welcome to Ellison High, I guess. I climbed out of my seat and grabbed the messenger bag off the ground, slinging it over my shoulder and giving the teacher a salute before departing, the new kid in tow. "They call me Anna." I'm short, yeah. I'm a little overdressed for high school. I wear too much black. I ignore classes best I can. I don't dance. I'm bisexual. And I don't like new kids… in most cases. "Star's a dumb name." "I know, right? My parents are messed up - they don't work, they don't do anything but sit around getting high all day and 'listening to the earth-mother'. We only moved cause they got kicked out of another place because they decided 'the earth-mothers desires' meant they didn't need to pay rent. So I'm Star. My sister got it worse, though, her name is Moonbeam. And my brother is Sunray. My name's actually short for Twinklestar, but I already get given enough crap about looking like a homo without that association." Oof. Maybe that was too much information. Fuck it. I followed Anna through the halls and looked around. "This really is a kinda shitty school, huh? Shouldn't get used to it, though, we'll have to move again in a few months. Stupid hippie parents. What's up with you? I thought goth died out in the 80's." "Not goth. Just me." If anything, I was closer to emo or scene. "I decided I like you. Wanna make out?" But I didn't give Star a second before pinning him against the lockers in the empty hallway, my lips only as far away from his as our heights were different. Once, gently, I put them against his. Then I laughed it off. “Twinklestar. Maybe you don't like girls." I let him go and smiled up at him. I rarely took a shine to anyone so quickly. But his attitude, his honesty… was something I admired. I guess if he really skipped around from school to school, he didn’t have time for subtlety. "Oh, I like girls." I shrugged and started walking down the hall again, this time with the girl following behind me. "Problem is, you look like you like girls, too. And people are already gonna think I'm a princess when they hear my name - it'll be worse if they know my full name - and the last thing I need is to be making out with a lesbian.” I went on with my diatribe, wondering if she was even listening. “You're cute. Maybe a seven. But you'd need to be a nine to be worth getting my ass kicked over. And I will get my ass kicked, because if I 'stray from the divine path of the pacifist', I'll get kicked out of my home." I looked at the class numbers and then at my timetable. "I got Math. Catch you 'round, Anna." My hand rested on the classroom door, and I turned and looked at the girl. "See ya 'round." I put my hands on the top of my head with fingers laced together, smiling after the boy. Maybe this year won't suck after all. /// I plopped down across from Star at lunch, licking an ice cream cone. That, four cookies, and a package of M&M's was what constituted my lunch. "What's up Twinkle? Enjoying your first day?" I licked at my cone while I spoke, taking breaks between sentences. "Hey, keep it down - I've made it through most of the day without anybody figuring that out. Unless you only wanna be able to make out through a straw, that is." Ugh. Fucking tofu again. Look, okay, I don't mind the stuff when its cooked right, but you can't just put cold lumps of soy curd between two pieces of what passed for bread in my family and expect it to make a compelling lunch. I tossed the pseudo-sandwich in the trash and looked across the table at the girl, snatching the ice cream from her hand and continuing to lick it myself. "Fuck yeah, dairy. I’m gonna regret this later when I'm immobilized by my stomach evacuating itself. But there's no regret like ice cream regret. What else you got there?" I opened up the bag of M&M's and picked out the green ones, passing them along the table. "I don't like the green ones. They're too provocative. Hopefully you've seen the commercials or you'll just think I'm crazy." I paired the M&M's into colors, having given up my ice cream already. He looked like he needed it anyway. "We don't have a TV. The mass media controls people using it, didn't you hear? Hey, you got a spare bedroom? Or a closet floor? I once lived at my old school for a week and a half just to get away from my nutbag parents." I ate the green M&M's without hesitation, but they didn't taste very provocative. "Should these make me wanna take off my clothes and pole-dance? I always wanted to learn to pole-dance. I think it's sexy. Not when girls do it, though - they make it too slutty." "You're not helping your homo case, by the way. Saying things like that." I finished off my M&M's and passed Star one of my four cookies, biting into one of my own. "I have a bedroom and a closet. Though I don't think you'll be allowed to live in either. My parents aren't big on letting strangers move in. Plus, you clearly have your own closet you haven't come out of yet." "Hey, you don't gotta be gay to know what sexy is." The cookie was amazing, but the chocolate chips were only going to add to my dairy-related problems after lunch. Worth it. "People are so wound up on labels. Boys are sexy doing some things and girls are sexy doing others. Doesn't mean I'm gonna go out behind the tool-shed and find a tool to call my own." I finished the cookie and looked across the cafeteria. "Okay, see him? He's sexy. Nice hair, glasses coordinated with his shoes, pressed clothes, clean nails. But her, over there? She's sexy, too. In a sweet demure way. The jock and the cheer-skank over by the door, making out? Not sexy." Wow. Good taste. I smiled up at Star with a little coy grin, but quickly let it fade before he looked back at me. "You smoke? With hippie parents and all, I can only imagine…" I bit into another cookie. "Well, not professionally. Money's a great way to regulate an addiction, so I guess the fact I'm dirt-poor is gonna mean I outlive everyone else. Or I'll just die because my family doesn't believe in insurance." What was the question again? Oh right. "When I do smoke, it's mostly to piss them off. They talk about the dangers of cigarettes and stuff, and then spend all day smoking weed and munching on mushrooms." We both stood up and I looked at Anna with a coy little smile; she was cute, yeah. She'd lose interest in me when the novelty of the hippie boy wore off, though. "Do you, like, wanna hang out or something?" That's cool, Anna. You only just met this kid. "Er… just think about it, okay? Meet me outside the front doors by the parking lot after school if you're game." I quickly got up and gave a small wave, turning away from the boy and leaving him to whatever the hell he wanted to do for his afternoon. I had class work to make up.