"1975 Elm Street?" Midnight snorts, shaking her head at her step-father. Her eyes were, staring out the window of the mustang. Her mouth, breathing fog onto the window. Her grey eyes landing on a baby pink one-story home.
Samuel parks the grey mustang, chuckling at his step-daughter. He tried inquiring about the injury on her knees, but Midnight shrugged it off. He chalked her nerves up to keeping her from being honest. "I knew you'd like it."
Midnight uneasily steps foot onto the forest green of the freshly cut grass, staring at the beautiful home. Her eyes then came to one beside it, also holding a uniqueness of it's own. "Who ever heard of a red brick house?"
Samuel smirks, laying a hand softly on her shoulder. "Who ever heard of a light pink house? Come on, Spice."
Midnight follows her step-father up the dirty pathway, leading up to the front door. Her eyes grew a fraction at the sight of a nearly red door. Her confusion kicks in, tilting her head sideways at her step-father. Folding her tan arms, a sudden chill comes up over her.
"Wait, Sam?!" Midnight calls, grabbing his long slender arm to stop him.
"What, Night?" Samuel groans, rolling his eyes. He knew the journey would be difficult for her. The man wore a dark red trenchcoat over a long brown sleeved shirt with dark jeans to match.
Midnight opens her mouth to protest when the door is flung open to reveal a woman, she'd met once. She deeply despised the woman, clearly taking advantage of the heartbroken man.
"Eek! You made it!" Claudia Ackerman chirps, gathering his attention. Her lips were bright red, pink eyeshadow, freckles all over her tan features. She was a busty woman, always trying to show her goods with tight fitting outfits.
Her fair blonde hair were in waves, cascading down her back. Her eyes were the green of emerald, leaving a red lipstick stain on Samuel upon wrapping her arms around him. She matched the man in height, sporting leopard print fingernails, a tight fit shirt; revealing too much cleavage with dark leggings.
"Eek! We're leaving!" Midnight enthusiastically shot back in turn. She would have walked off, turning to view the row of houses across from them.
"Midnight, play nice." Samuel softly scolds, beaming up at his Claudia evidently smitten by her.
"Oh, come now, Sam! The girl has to get use to her new environment is all. Why don't you go say hi to the neighbors? They have children your age." Claudia beams, softly tugging her future husband inside.
Midnight doesn't pay her words mind. Her mouth was slightly agape as her eyes met the dumbfounded stares of Rocky, and the two boys from the lunch room. She caught sight of the red haired girl striding from inside with a glass of lemonade in hand. Were they all siblings? She suddenly became uncomfortable, unsure of how to take them.
"Hey! New girl!" The second oldest in a blue-white ninja gi calls, capturing her attention.
The other two boys were in ninja gi of green-white and yellow-white.
The girl bore red-white ninja gi, causing a frown to form on Midnight's face.
This would be an awkward venture for the pink lusting fourteen year old.
A smirk overcame Midnight's tan, freckled features. She was about to mess with them hardcore, lifting her spirits if she gets the response she requires.
"Hey! Blue girl, what ya doing?" Midnight mocks, watching the blue boy grow sour.
He straightens from his fighting stance, "I'm not a girl!"
"You sure?" Midnight calls, worsening her situation. She's aware of the red girl coming her way. It's what the pink loving girl wanted in spite of what pain could be brought.
All of a sudden, a flash of red and green were in her view. The blonde boy in green is in front of Midnight, stopping the red girl from killing Midnight dead.
"Baby, she's not worth beating to a pulp. Obviously, she wants attention." Rocky says, placing a gentle hand on each of the red haired girl's shoulders. He had this calm to him, but the look of hurt on the other girl's face is what he didn't happen to see. Would he even care?
Midnight felt a sting in her chest. "I'm the attention seeker?"
"The wrong kind of attention, if you ask me. Careful with who you're taunting, hot stuff!" The girl, now known to Midnight as Baby sneers.
Midnight opts to forget the hurtful words, Rocky labeled her with; blowing on lavender painted fingernails. A smirk took over her face.
"Oof, I'm Hot Stuff? What shall I call you, sweetheart?" Midnight bears a lopsided grin.
"Oh, you little-!" Baby lunges, wanting to claw out her eyes.
"BABY! Cool it!" Rocky shouts, taking hold of the fiery, redhead. He turns so his green blue eyes land on Midnight. He's speechless, taking in her beauty; frowning at the afterthought.
"I want to claw her eyes from her head!" Baby growls, causing the other two boys to join.
"I'd offer, Baby. Unfortunately, I need my eyes for history." Midnight feigns a stoic look.
"So, you're new to town?" The younger boy, quizzes. He has freckles dotting his pale features. His eyes are hazel brown and he has a bowl cut.
"I guess." Midnight softly replies, trying to push down the smile fighting to the surface. She'd always wonder what having a younger sibling is like.
"What's your name?" The boy in blue suddenly asks, growing intrigued by her sudden softness to his little brother.
"Oh, it's Midnight Sinclair. I prefer Spice." Midnight beams, having the urge to shake hands with the brunette, but she didn't.
"Does it matter who is who? We have ninja practice!" Rocky shouts, reminding his brothers. He loosened his grip on Baby, completely forgetting the earlier moments.
"Oh, can it, Blond-win! Does blue girl have a name?" Midnight creatively speaks, watching Baby fully break from Rocky's grip.
Baby didn't hate the girl nor did she care for her. She just couldn't stand the looks Colt kept paying her.
A warmth spread inside Midnight, taking off in a sprint. She made her way to the backyard, containing a swing underneath a dark oak tree. She grunts, heaving herself up over the light brown fence, keeping the norms out.
Baby is hot on her trail, copying in her active adventurism.
Rocky rolled his eyes, feeling his brothers shove past him to follow the girls. He knew fighting wasn't the answer. So why did the new girl have to egg on the girl he'd known since they were five? He huffed, following their lead.
Midnight barely gets to the tree when Baby pounces, roughly dragging her on the grass.
Baby is dawning a wicked smirk, digging her fingernails into Midnight while enjoying the process. She pins the odd, pink girl angrily to the dirt. She pulls one hand back, bawling her fist ready to strike when her eyes lock onto the grey of Midnight.
"Why? He's not a girl!" Baby shouts, punching the ground beside Midnight.
Midnight forces herself into a half sitting position. She's never been quite this close with someone as the three boys, come into hindsight.
"Ooh, kinky!" The blue boy happily smirks.
"Colt!" Baby chides, groaning as she sits up accidentally touching chests with Midnight.
They were both panting heavily.
"What are...? Oh. Do you two need a moment alone?" asks a flustered Rocky at the sight, being the last to pop up. His hands are soon resting on his hips.
Colt and Tum Tum are snickering at the comment.
Baby removes herself from Midnight, going over to her best friend.
Midnight soon comes to terms as to why Baby had become overprotective and defensive of the blue boy. She nodded in understanding, taking the sight of the two in. "Are you two a couple like that green boy and pink girl?"
Colt turns pink as Baby tenses up at the question.
Rocky couldn't be any pinker in the face. He folds his arms, scowling at Midnight.
"No, they're good friends!" chirps the youngest, gaining her attention. "Oh, I'm Tum Tum! It's nice to meet you, Midnight!"
Rocky frowned, withholding another thought in. He made a smart remark; that was low even for his standards. "No, it's awkward to meet Midnight. Unpleasant."
"What? She's cool. Cooler than you!" Colt disagrees, grinning as irritation grew in Rocky.
"Thank you, Colt 45. I shall forever cherish an odd comment like that." Midnight tilts her head at the boy. She removes her body from the soil stained grass underneath her, wiping off what she could to no avail.
"Wait, Midnight Sinclair? What happened to you in the last of your classes?" Baby asks, knowing the name seemed a tad familiar.
"I got sick. Now, I have a bomb to build." Midnight lazily jokes, sporting a cheshire grin. She starts for the double doors of the back patio, frowning as they call out their goodbyes to her. She was sad due to how awesome the lot of them were even the youngest boy.
Midnight went about accepting how she wouldn't fit in to society nor their group. She was already claimed by vicious, plastic girls wanting to change her entire appearance.
Trouble was definitely on the rise for their stepford like lives...