When you're raised according to society's standards and the forces of social status are everything, what happens when the rules have been rewritten and society doesn't matter anymore?
For a group of teens from Halloween's upper class these rules are everything and the only way to fix them is to break them however they can.
(Rated for language and sexual situations. Contains OC's, NBC, sarcasm, and light gayness)
Trust me it's better then it sounds.
Yeah for me! I'm finally uploaded this thing!
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Chapter 1: Cresch
"Please stop."
I stopped tapping my pen on my homework and tipped my head over my shoulder to look at my brother. His legs dangled over the edge of the top bunk of our beds and he had that same depressed look on his face that he'd had for the past three days. His depression was killing me. Seriously. Ever since Vladimir had discovered his 'not-gay-but-deep-feelings-for-his-best-friend' (So he called it.) he'd been moping. Seriously. If I wasn't his sister, I'd smack him.
Maybe I'm moving too fast for you. Hm? Let me rewind and start by introducing myself. My name is Cresch, Cresch Eliza Skellington. Call me Liz and I'll hit you so hard you wont know what happened until the doctors tell you. Seriously. I'm the oldest of three children. My younger twin, Vlad, as I believe I've already mentioned, and our 'baby' sister Sophia...That kid gives me the creeps. Seriously. Our parents are Jack and Sally Skellington (go figure) and we have a cute little dog named Zero. Who is a real pain in the ass, and I swear to God he really did eat that 15 page thesis paper I was supposed to write!
Anyways.
I enjoy candle lit dinners and long walks on the beach...Not really.
Back to the story.
So I looked at Vlad, and he looked at me and his face just screamed 'I need a hug because I'm ready to cry' so I put my pen down and climbed up to his bed. He had his over sized black jacket off and his equally large maroon blouse was unbuttoned. And I never really noticed it before, but he has this little red hair sticking up out of his normally well kept red mop. I wonder if it always sticks out like that? So I leaned over the top of the bed, my feet planted on the latter so I wouldn't fall (I bet Sophia would love that. Seriously.) and kissed his forehead like the good sister I am.
"Want me to make you some tea?" He just kind of sat there for a minute and looked at the wall, or at me, I couldn't really tell since he doesn't have eyes. And for a second I didn't think he heard me until he rolled over on the bed and curled up with a nod. So I sighed and pat his back before hopping off the latter and trudging downstairs, being sure to punctuate my steps with heavy thuds so that Sally would know something was wrong and get the tea started before I got to the kitchen. Our mom was cool like that. She could tell which kid was upset by how they walked and what they did, and not ask questions unless she felt some bad mojo or whatever it was she did. And the best thing was, she always knew how to fix the problem...which probably came from taking care of our grumpy old Gramp for so long. So when I finally got to the kitchen I was happy and not at all surprised to see her standing there with a steaming mug of honey tea with a big lopsided smile on her face that clearly meant she knew something we didn't think she knew.
"Tell your brother that his face will get stuck that way if he keeps it up." And being part rag doll it probably would.
Seriously.
And I frowned a bit before mumbling a 'Thank you mom' and trudging back up the steps with the tea almost sloshing over the sides of the mug because of how fast I was walking.
Vlad didn't look at me when I handed him the steaming liquid, he only mumbled something and sat up, back facing me, and started drinking it. Well isn't he the pleasant little panda? Don't ask.
So after that I decided that if he was going to be depressed like that for the rest of the day and make our room feel like a morgue, I'd go into town and finish my homework once Vlad was asleep. And by the way I did end up getting that homework done.
It took me a grand total of 15 minutes to find my coat and get my shoes on before I got downstairs and told my parents I was going out. And I swear to God Sophia's eyes followed me the whole way from her place in the family room to the front hall when I finally escaped outside. Geeze she's a creepy little kid with her big brown eyes and pink bones. Why they're pink I'll never know, but I think it just adds to her creepiness. I nearly fell down the front steps in my rush to get out of the house and carefully made my way to the entrance gate. Did I mention that I hate snow, and ice, and anything wet? Yeah, it makes life difficult, and I couldn't wait until winter was over. Eventually (with minimum damage) I made it off our property and into the central section of Halloween. It was only after I'd let myself freeze for half an hour by walking outside window shopping that I realized I should just give up and get inside.
And my feet led me to the abode of my arch nemesis, God-mumsy Melissa, AKA my English teacher. Yeah I know she loves me and all, and she's my mom's best friend, and my boyfriend's mom, but does she have to assign a paper every time we read something? Can't she just give us a test like a normal teacher? So yeah. That's the story of my life. Take care of a moping, newly gay twin. Get scared shitless by a ten-year-old. And complain about my boyfriend's mom. Isn't that fun? Nevermind. Don't answer that.
Needless to say I wasn't about to complain to a warm house filled with good food and video games. So I slid my way ever-so-carefully across the icy front walk and banged my fist on the door a couple of times. Nate opened it on the third knock and I nearly smashed my fist into his face. He just kind of waved it off and clapped me on the back before nearly breaking me in half with a bear hug. Now, I am NOT a huggy person. But trust me, when Nate hugs you, you let him. The guy's just so lovable you can't help it. Nate's Melissa's hubby f.y.i.
So anyways, after Nate was done asking about what I've been up to since the last time I saw him (Which by the way, all of one day ago.) Melissa came out of her little cubbyhole of an office and started insisting that I stay for dinner so that she can
'fatten me up a bit.' Since, ya know, I'm all skin and bones (Like my dad, only he's minus the skin.). So I told her I would and a second later she started shooing me upstairs to go 'hang' with the boys. Did I mention how creepy I think it is when parents try to act like teenagers? But it seemed like Jake and Franz had been expecting me because before I could even get up one step I found myself sitting on the run down old bean-bag chair in the center of Jake's room watching the brothers bash the hell out of each other in Soul Calibur.
Well, huh. That's funny. I didn't know Jake had blue eyes.
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So yeah. There's the first chapter. Short I know. But the first few chapters are just going to be character introductions.
And every chapter is going to be written from a different charter's point of view. Just so you know.
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