Prologue

These pages will explain the basic history of Hollyn Okumura and her closest friends so you, the reader, will not be overly confused throughout this story. If I were you, and luckily, I am not; I'd read, highlight, takes notes on etc. this page. You will probably need to go back to this page a few times, but you'll get the hang of it. Or not… if you're stupid like that. Don't worry… Hollyn and her friends are all stupid too.

Hollyn Okumura was the cause of this story. All the shit that happens—blame Hollyn. She didn't mean for it to happen, of course… but, I'm not about to explain anything in the story because I took so much time writing that last paragraph. This is supposed to be about the characters.

She was the one who liked the ghost stories and horror movies. But, no, Hollyn wasn't one of those freak-shows you see at the mall- wearing black clothes, red contacts, and no pants. She was innocent, sweet, and loveable. Thinking up ways to let the world come together as one in unity and peace and love and all that hippie crap. Befriending small animals. Reading to the blind. Crying over road kill. Running into walls. Also, Hollyn was overly optimistic and happy, which annoyed a few of her peers. She giggled and squealed often, which confused a lot of her peers.

Her looks were generic. Long, straight brown hair and a face. White skin, freckles. Not too short. Not too tall. Rather boring, actually. She also wore generic clothing. Jeans. Khaki. Solid color shirts and sweaters.

Now Hayden Kirkland was one of Hollyn's closest friends. Despite, their names being similar, they were almost polar opposites. While Hollyn ran around saving whales and giggling, Hayden planned domination or played destruction upon her accursed piano of doom. Fauré's Requiem. That's some evil stuff.

Hayden was overly practical and compulsive—far past the point of obsession. She was very intelligent, that could not be denied, but, her terrific grade point average is usually overlooked when she's standing in your closet with a butcher knife.

In her normal school-life, Hayden was pessimistic, cynical, and an extreme Anglophile. She constantly criticized everything about her peers—their actions, their grammar, their clothes, their diet. Nobody really liked her, but everyone kept her around for her answers with the math homework. But, once you get to know her, you see that inside of her is a self-aware, frightened child. Along with the usual classical music and mathematics, Hayden had strong obsessions over people with accents, boy's hair, and Night (whom you will learn about later).

Hayden's appearances were slightly less generic than Hollyn's. She had curly dark hair and tan skin; she was also tall—the tallest of her friends. The clothes were all dark, and she tried to live up to British stereotypes by wearing plaid skirts and combat boots. She looked mostly pathetic. She also always wore a black flower hair clip. Because when she first wore it to school, a boy commented on how it looked pretty. But after ten months of continuous wear, she beat the beauty out of it. Also, Hayden also always wore a dark gray pea coat whenever the weather allowed. Hollyn called it her "detective's jacket". Glad we have a name for it.

Night Moon was surely the most popular of Hollyn's group of friends. She was blasé and athletic… indifferent. Her hobbies included running, reading manga, and escaping from Hayden. She knew she was badass and showed it off—starting conversations with total strangers, sleeping in class, driving past the speed limit. Very badass.

She also played sports, namely soccer, which isn't much of a sport in America if you think about it. Anyway, she was part of the varsity team and went to practice almost every day. She hung out with boys and other jocks as much as possible without making her friends cry. Constantly reminded Hollyn 'n' Hayden 'n' Friends that she could abandon them any time and diffuse into a new group of friends. Because everyone loved her.

Especially Hayden. Now the reason behind Hayden's obsession over Night cannot be explained. At least not to you, stupid reader. Let's just say the obsession very much existed and freaked Night out.

Night was almost as tall as Hayden was and had choppy short brown hair. She wore whatever jocks wear and did whatever jocks (I typed in 'cocks' the first time…) do.

Nevelyn Dawne was also popular. But she befriended the upperclassmen, not necessarily the jocks. She was prissy and sophisticated. Her looks meant a lot to her, more than any of her other ugly friends. On her person she always has nail polish, nail polish remover, foundation, powder, mascara, lip gloss, lip stick, eyeliner, shadow, blusher, make up remover, hand lotion, a hairbrush, hair gels, hairspray, hair elastics, hair clips, hair dye, perfume, body wash, shampoo, a running shower, and pepper spray. She had her own personal drugstore in her oversized purse. Despite this, she was not some dumb blonde or anything. She was aggressive and bit when provoked.

She also had many boyfriends and is currently hitting on YOURS! You should go and check on him. I'm not joking around with you; step away from the computer and check on him right now. Nevelyn duped all these poor dudes, but it was worth it. Said Nevelyn.

Because of her strong interests in herself *cough* …I mean… her appearance, Nevelyn was absolutely beautiful. Short black-brown hair cut in a bob. Wide dark eyes. Dark, perfect skin. A guy would be gay not to have loved her.

Stevie Elevens. Um… how do I say this nicely? She was fun. And sweet. The greatest friend you could imagine. But… she was a tad absent minded. Tad? Who am I kidding? She was very absent minded. But we love her, and she was fun… and, now I feel guilty… Her appearance! She was skinny with long blond hair and huge, round eyes. Pretty? Okay. Sure. She was pretty. Now I'm guilty. You know what… forget what I said. Stevie was amazing.

In this story, I will refer to the "monster" in HetaOni as Steve. Please bear with me—the whole Stevie/Steve deal.

I hope you read well and will KEEP reading this. If you couldn't already tell, I often write stories from a more sarcastic point of view… so this won't be that scary. I should warn you: I will probably have some awkward "love" scenes in this story. And not between Hollyn 'n' Friends, you sick freak. You'll just have to read more to find out. Alright? Cool.