Title: Something Fishy
Rating: Uh...PG? or maybe PG-13
Disclaimer: any relation to any actual events is a coincident and was not the intent of the author. This author would like to note that she does not own the tv show Roswell, and does not know who invented the concept of “mermaids” and whoever it was, the author disclaims it.
Summary: Liz is new to West Roswell and meets with our friends. But is there something unique about her? Hmm..... this is an alien fic but AU. Enjoy!
There was no doubt that Liz Parker was beautiful. With her shiny chocolate brown hair, and gorgeous eyes, it was no wonder she was the talk of the town by the end of the day.
“Did you hear?”
“I hear she killed someone!”
“Yeah? Well I heard she’s crazy!”
When she walked into school the next day, the same whispers could be heard all down the halls of West Roswell High.
Liz Parker rolled her eyes at the stares and walked confidently down the hall to the office.
“Hello dear! Why you must be the new student. Come, come lets find you a peer tutor.”
Liz sat down and waited patiently while the lady called someone down to the office.
“Honey, I found you the perfect tutor. A ms. Maria Deluca.”
Liz stood up and was almost knocked to the ground as a blur of blonde hair whizzed in front of her.
“Sorry I’m late!” The girl said out of breath.
“It’s not problem. Hi, I’m Liz.” She said sticking out her hand.
“I’m Maria. Come on, let me show you around our quaint little school.” She said sarcastically.
Liz followed right behind.
“Ok, this is your first class. Meet me in the quad at lunch. Adios chica.”
Liz watched her leave and walked nervously into her biology class.
“Hello, you must be Liz. Come tell us about yourself.”
Liz stood stupefied in front of the class.
“Uh, do I have to?” She asked nervously.
“Why of course dear.”
Liz sighed and stared in the faces of her new classmates.
“Uh, I moved here from Bar Harbor, Maine. I came with my mother and father who bought a restaurant here, maybe you have heard of it. Its called the Crashdown. My main hobby is swimming. Uh, that’s about it.” She said, blushing.
“Swimming? You’ll probably want to join the team?”
Liz looked up.
“When are try outs?” She asked.
“This Thursday. Anyway. I must get you a lab partner. Ah! Here we go. His names Alex Whitman.”
Liz nodded and walked to the open spot next to a tall, lanky looking kid.
“Hey, Alexander Charles Whitman at your service.” He said.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of that introduction?” She asked amused.
“Well, I was always taught to be charming in the presence of a lady. Especially one as beautiful as you.” He said truthfully.
“Are you always this charming?”
“Why but of course.”
They continued to work and talk, but were unaware of the stares.
“Do you want me to check her out?” A boy with spiky hair asked his friend.
“I don’t like her.” The girl said angerly.
The spiky boy snorted.
“That’s only because she’s flirting with Alex!” He said to her.
“You like him!”
“I do not!”
“Shhhh guys. Listen, your acting like children. Lets just keep an eye on her and thats it!” A commanding voice rang out.