A dark haired adolescent was walking from school, her purple spider bag swinging with her as she mouthed words from the song blasting in her ears from the mini iPod attached to her black tank. Her boots crunched rock beneath her as her miniskirt shifted with every stride.

No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him

She was completely oblivious to the world around her as her newest song blasted in her head. She had been working on the song for forever it seemed, well at least for the last six months. Now that it had been finished a friend of hers in the music business had allowed her to record it and turn it into a single. No one knew that she was the one that had written the song, nor did they know that she had CDs out in the world. No one knew that she was Gothic Angel. Danny sure as hell didn't know and the funny thing was she was happier when she was singing.

Cause you want to belong, do you go along?
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
It's not like you hate him or want him to die

The music soothed her as she turned down the street toward her home. It had been the last day of the year, well of school in general, but she was alone today since Danny's parents had headed out of town for a school reunion and Danny had been forced to go with them. They knew about his other life, but as he was just 18, they were not sure what he would do in the house if left alone. The town was quiet as the Goth headed for her home, the house just yards away. Her own parents had been out of town since last week and so she was left to her own. She was used to it after all.

But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
And a kindness from you might have saved his life

Tucker had gotten engaged earlier that year so he was vacationing with his fiancée, a techno-geek like him. She was happy for their friend since she and Danny had been worried that he would never find anyone with his outlook on life. Just as she took the first step on her house she could feel it. A chill invading the once warm air as the clouds covered the sun. Looking up she was shocked to see all the dark clouds. It wasn't supposed to rain. Shaking her head she grasped the knob to the front door and unlocking it with her key turned it. Just as she opened the door she was sucked into her house, the interior of it purple and blacks much like the Ghost Zone.

"What the hell?!" the Goth screamed as she clung to the door frame, her upper body stronger from her many fights with ghosts over the years. "No!" As she managed to pull herself forward and almost completely out of the house she looked up to find a small girl hovering before her, the girl's dark purple hair was being pulled toward the door as well. The girl's eyes were dark, black like the bleakest black holes. She was only three feet maybe four feet high, but she caused Sam to lose her hold on the door frame as a scream escaped her throat. Disappearing into the void as the girl smiled at her, the smile not malicious in the least.

What felt like hours later Sam awoke, her amethyst eyes blurry as she awoke. Rubbing them vigorously she opened them again to find her vision cleared, but her mind racing. Where was she? Around her was a very beautiful room, not unlike her own room at home, save for the small bed that graced the middle of it and the fact that that was the only furniture in the room itself. Looking around she found no door, just a small window.

"What the fuck?" she whispered only to find her voice sounded younger than her 18 years. Looking down she found that she was back to what could only be a 12 year old body. "Fuck!" she screamed as she stood up from her position on the floor only to find that her head felt weighted down. Reaching up she found that her short hair was no longer as short as it had been just that morning. Reaching down she found more of her hair. Closing her eyes she whispered what could only be a prayer to the gods above that what she found was not what she thought it was. Looking down she found a pile of black hair at her feet, the locks loose and free as they shimmered almost purple in the sunlight coming from the window. "WHAT THE HELL?!" she screamed as she closed her eyes again.