A/N hey guys thx for coming to read my story!!!!! i luv you all!!! but if your an emo hater stay away from my story and go die kthx. yes laura is an emo but thats no reason to not like her ok? and im an emo to so dont come complaining to me. i can write wat i want. but yeah plz review!!!!! i need 2 no wat you think!!! and b honest k?

There was a teenage girl sitting murosely upon her bed. She was holding a notebook in her lap and was writing entently her brows burrowed in concentration. There was what she had written:

I wish all this pain would go away

What happened to that summer's day

When I was happy, long ago

You crushed my spirit and it hurt me so.

The girl's name was Laura. She had short choppy black hair with a few pink streaks and a fringe covering her left eye. Her right eye was rimmed heavily with balck eyeliner. She was dressed simply in a band tee-shirt (it was Simple Plan) ripped jeans and a pair of converse shoes. If you had seen her pitpful form slumped there on the bed you would most likely have cried. She was so sad and desilate, and at the same time so beautiful. She continued to hunch over the poem, her eyes glittering with tears as she laboured. A mourful song was verbating around the room, it was 'Helena' by My Chemical Romance.

When she had finished her poem, Laura got up and went out. And ugly fat woman was sitting on the couch smoking, with a beer bottle clapped in her pudgy hand. When se saw Laura she was like "come here now wench"! Laura went over. "Get me a drink bitch"

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" said Laura meekly. The fat cow's face turned purple with fury and she raised her hand, and swiped at Laura, and hit her square across the face. Laura staggered. The woman got up and began to hit Laura again and again. Laura took the treatment in brave silence, she was used to it by now. The woman then grabbed her hair and pulled her up roughly by it. "Your a worthless piece of shit" she snarled drunkingly. "I'm sick of you moping around the house with your stupid black hair and your horrible screechy music. We adopted you and took you in when nobody else would and the least we deserve is a bit of honour. When your uncle gets home he's gonna hurt you and make you wish you weren't borned. I'll make him rape you."

"Why are you doing this?" sobbed Laura, tears bouncing in her eyes.

"Cause I hate you." The words hurt more than any blow she had ever received. She begun to week and ran to her room and grabbed her clothes, ipod and the notebook she kept her poetry in. She ran out of the house and down the street, and wepped as she ran.

When it was miles away from her house she sat on the curb and started to cry. She pulled out her razor and slowly slit her wrist, then sat cutting herself over and over till her whole arm was a bloody mess. She dropped her razor, and stuck out her left hand to grab it. Suddenly there was a bang. A huge purple bus appeared in front of her. It had 4 stories. A boy jumped off and was like "welcome to the night bus, emergency transport for witches and wizards"

Laura's jaw dropped. "WTF? I'm not a witch or wizard I'm just a girl." she told him matter of factly.

"No Laura your a witch!" he said, looking straight into her eyes. "Now come on, let's get you on the bus."

Stan Shuntpiker spent the whole bus ride superstitiously watching Laura as she sat staring gloomily out the window. She was so beautiful. He noticed there was a lot of blood streaming off her arm, and she was covered in purpling bruises. He felt a stab of anger. If anyone had hurt her, he would make them pay.