Kera, that's me, is sitting alone at a silent table thinking whatever. Boring, right? No kidding, who wants to do that. Well, apparently I do. I don't mind sitting alone somewhere, getting lost in my thoughts, imagining anything at all. If only it was real. If only I could go to a different place where I can be myself and express my emotions, creating wonderful things. Tsk tsk. That kind of thing only happens in fairy tales. But, I never thought I would find the day that a fairy tale-like could come true. "Hey," said a funny-looking girl, "mind if I take a seat?" I stared at her, wondering why she would want to sit with me. I stayed silent for what felt like a whole minute and replied, "Um, sure." That's it. Nothing else to say. Not even going to ask why she has pink hair. This is high school, nobody really cares unless you're related. It just looked so natural, I don't know how to explain it. I just ignored it and went on moving my food around one side of my plate. I'm picky like that, I only like to have specific foods placed into my body. Yes, placed, very picky indeed. I felt the pink-haired girl staring down at me, as if I didn't notice her giant eyeballs looking directly at me. I felt so uncomfortable yet didn't mind much at all. I'm pretty used to having classmates stare at me for my weird looks. Sure, I have grey eyes and weird hair. Not as weird as pinky next to me. It's full pastel pink, not kidding, beautiful dark skin and pink hair (Which is actually really cool but her hair really throws me off, yet it's oddly normal). Sure it looks nice and "cool", but why? Finally, I broke the tension. "What's with that anyways." I looked up after saying that. I gazed into her eyes and felt strange for a second. She looked at me confused, as if wanting to say something but not knowing what the right words are. "Your hair," I replied to her, like she already answered me with that look on her face. "Why did you dye it that color?" I knew what was coming. She was going to explain something unnecessarily long and monotonous (really boring and uninteresting). Her reply wasn't really what I expected. "I didn't dye it." I thought for a second, maybe she thought I meant who dyed it. "Okay, then why did you choose pink?" I looked at her, regretting asking that question in the first place. "I didn't choose it." She answered. Who, what, when, where, and why? were my thoughts. Who dyed it? What is wrong with her? When is she going to stop talking? Where on earth is this girl from? Why is she not understanding anything I'm trying to get at? "Oh," she said, "What a misunderstanding!" Huh? Misunderstanding? YEAH, I think it's pretty obvious. I was starting to get annoyed but again, what am I supposed to do? I can't just tell this girl to leave me alone, that'd be rude, and I don't like expressing my negative feelings towards people. I only wish to not annoy them, it's just surprising that it isn't me who's annoying at the moment. "Nobody's ever dyed it." She said, breaking the silence that I thought was never going to end, just a world filled with my thoughts. Yeah, I wouldn't mind that, but the thoughts that I had were quite unnecessary. Now my mind was filled with even more confusing thoughts surrounding that sentence. Nobody ever dyed your hair? yeah right, that's not even possible. Unless it is, then wow, something is really not right here. Unless it is right? Again, where on EARTH is this girl from? But again, it makes total sense now why she has pink hair. I can't say yet, but it's quite astounding. Continue...

*Thank you for reading this weird story that I just came up with while making the title! Please continue reading, I will be posting the next episode whenever I can, sorry for the cringe that you're probably experiencing right now. This story is inspired by Steven Universe! I'm a super fan so if you like SU, hopefully you'll like this as well! It's 1:28 AM as I'm writing this so again, thanks for reading, and goodnight!