Hey guys, this is my first ever attempt at writing so I hope it doesn't suck too much! I hope you all enjoy my story :)
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Boys or any of the characters, except my OCs.
Chapter one
Misty Meadows. You're probably wondering what kind of name that is. Well, it's the only one I've ever known so I guess I don't know any different. I must admit, it does have a ring to it, my parents must have thought so anyway! Either that or they were going through some sort of midlife crisis when I came into the world. Either way, I guess I'm stuck with it. I guess I'd describe myself as just your average British teenager, living in an average house in an average town. Nothing to write home about! I live with my parents, my mum Delilah and my dad Bo in a 3 bedroom semi-detached house in a little place called Whaley Bridge. A strange name for a strange girl, right? At least that's what I tell myself.
Although some would probably say I'm a little peculiar (my friends especially), I myself prefer to call it quirky. I mean with a name like Misty Meadows what do you expect? Although the name is pretty exotic, my appearance is quite the opposite. Think oodles of brown hair, nearly waist length on a good day, hazel eyes and standing around 5'1. Sounds relatively normal to me! However, I must admit I do like my body modifications, even if I do only have one tattoo (a cobweb on my shoulder) and nine piercings (mostly on my ears except for my navel ring). Sure I like my fair share of horror films, blood and gore but who doesn't like a bit of that once in awhile? My friends all think I'm some sort of strange creature of the night but I can assure you that I do in fact have a pulse. My hobbies include reading fiction, mostly by Stephen King, who in my opinion is the greatest author in existence plus the occasional hang outs with Sam and Mel, my unruly yet charming set of gal pals.
Average girl, average town, average friends. You're probably wondering where the story goes from here, well let me tell you, it's one hell of a roller coaster!
Like all stories, it's probably best to start at the beginning. It all began on June 13th, a week before my 20th birthday, which I didn't really have anything planned for so to speak, a year older but none the wiser. My friends however, being as they are, seemed to have other ideas. June 13th, a day I thought would turn out just like any other, quickly turned into one that would change my life forever.
Santa Carla, the ticket said. Where on earth was that...