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I grimace, popping a caffeine pill in my mouth. I drink it with a cup of cherry pepsi, getting ready for my first field trip with my friends. I release a yawn, lightly touching my short, shoulder length hair. My right half remained raven while I chose to color the left half white. I tighten my backpack around my waist, feeling uneasy.

"Midnight, you still here? Weren't you supposed to be on the bus?" My step-father asks, walking into view. He walked into the kitchen with no shirt on to advertise his slender, pale body, causing me to nearly lose my grip on my coffee mug.

"I'm going. It's right outside. I'll see you in a few days." I place the cup in the sink. I was sporting a light pink, sleeveless flannel shirt tied in a knot at the bottom to reveal a bit of my soft, small tummy. My friends agreed to it being a good idea since the summer days were nearly gone from us. I wore matching blue shorts as I slightly skip to the bus.

I can sense 'his' gaze on my back while thinking nothing of it. I was the objective one of this trip, but dear old step-dad argued until I agreed.

He even made the point on how good of a friend Jughead Jones was to me. Especially, with all the recent years brought. My step-father came around to liking Veronica Lodge, but not the father we shared.

I understood his point. I forced myself to climb the steps of the yellow school bus, taking us to our destination. I caught sight of my other male best friend, waving for me to sit with him in a seat one up from a lonesome Sweet Pea.

"Blondie!" I grin, reluctantly sliding in beside the blonde male with concern shining in teal blue eyes. I can't figure why he's analyzing me like he knew me better than his cousin.

Blondie Logan happened to be the cousin of Betty Cooper, also former female. He made the full transition into becoming who he really was. He was perfect in all aspects except for home life.

Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, and Toni Topaz were the only female best friends I grew to hangout with during the past four years.

I kept to myself and when I didn't; I was usually talked into doing things.

"It's good to see you too, Sin. I'm glad somebody's happy to see me." Blondie removed all emotion from his eyes. He looked ready to cry, but blew a raspberry.

I nearly had a heart attack. "You seem sad, what's eating you?"

A half smile barely grazes his freckled face. "I'm going through changes. What about you? Gotten rid of your caffeine addiction?"

I didn't fancy the change in subject. "Not quite, but I have been working on new music." The school bus seemed to take forever to get to our destination for the field trip. I don't understand how Archie managed to talk the principal into it, but the redhead could sway a crowd.

Our field trip was a cabin on an acre of woods, by a lake. It'd be a dream if I could sleep. There's only a select few who were chosen.

"This is a pretty basic trip. Lame." Sweet Pea voiced from behind.

Jughead and Betty chose to sit in the front of her cousin and I. The beanie wearing boy, sent a sparkling watery smile to the back. His eyes locked on mine. "Cabin in the Woods?"

I giggle at such a simple question. A smile spreads across my tan, freckled face; aware these are the people I can relax with. "I hope it's something on that order."

"You do not, Sin. We would be all scared straight." Betty chuckled, lightly smacking my hand from her position upfront.

I'm about to speak when an annoying, mean voice pipes up.

"Some of us would still be ourselves." Cheryl Blossom rudely corrected, sliding in the seat across from Bughead with Toni. Her fiery waves were gorgeous to match milk skin, proving she could do with a tan.

Toni shot me an apologetic look. She didn't pay Jughead nor Betty any mind; not since getting booted from the Serpents gang.

I mentally groan, already praying for the trip to be over. I grow bored when everybody grows silent, sliding into the back of my seat. My eyelids begin to droop shut, but no sooner than a picture of him comes into view; sending me sitting upright like the flash depended on it. My irregular breathing seems to not alert anybody, but from my point of view it was suddenly dark outside.

"This can't be." I voice, casting my gaze around everybody passed out on their seats. I caught the bus driver unconscious, ducking over Blondie to see the bus stranded in the dessert of nowhere. My eyes strode up to the full moon that shed light green instead of pale yellow among the earth.

"But it can be." A british voice whispered. The accent was thick, definitely male with something cold in his tone.

"No." I mumble, rubbing my eyes. I open them to find everything was as normal as when I first got on.

Blondie sat with his blue eyes, roaming over the terrain of forrest. He always did have a passion for the creatures of the outside world. He had a half smile on his face, hope in his heart, enough to be content.

Jughead poked my knee, "Favorite scary movie franchise?"

My eyes widen. "Are you trying to audition for the new ghostface?"

"No, I'm curious. We don't talk a whole lot these days." Jughead commented, sporting a genuine smile.

Betty seemed to have snagged Veronica from Archie.

The Varchie couple was in need of some alone time, considering what the duo had endured over the past four years.

I was curious as to why Archie hadn't decided to chill with Jughead, but seeing the redhead; propped against another window asleep answered my question. When you were constantly risking your neck for a town full of people you love; you'd need all the sleep you could get. My attention returns to Jughead who is eyeing me expectantly.

"My favorite is Friday the 13th. All the films except for the remake with Jared Padalecki. I barely paid it much attention." I explain, giving my best reply.

Jughead sighs, placing his head in between his hands.

"Those films were okay. A Nightmare on Elm Street is what makes you have bad dreams when you sleep at night." Jughead sarcastically remarks.

I scoff, lightly reaching to snatch his beanie from his head. Upon doing so, I smack him upside the head with it.

"Bro, you and I know the classic horror genre will rule all the new age crap. It's like the Pet Sematary sequel is the highlight of the first two. I have only seen the first four Elm Street films. Couldn't find the last half." I drone on with such passion in my heart.

Jughead gasps with false enthusiasm. His cheer of becoming dramatic is real. He's about to respond when the bus screeches to a stop to let us know we've reached our destination.

I'm up from my seat in no time, meeting the sun beating down to prove how hot it's going to be. I catch a glimpse of the huge, beautiful lake of dark water yet something is off about the whole situation.

"I will be watching over your group, Midnight. Won't this be fun?" Samuel Sinclair gushed. A grin spread across his youthful features, intertwining fear in my heart. He placed a hand around me, rubbing a long slender hand in excitement on my back.

I wasn't very close with the young man who decided to marry my mother. I held a puddle of vomit in the pit of my stomach, dying to lay on his red sneaker clad feet.

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