With a sigh, she closed her Diary and looked around her dark room. After her mom died she painted it dark purple. It had black, shaggy carpet, Imported from Nice, France. She loved it simply because of how comfortable it made her feet feel as she walked across the room. She had a black ceiling, black drapes, and her murals all over the walls. The was a mural of her mom that she drew and a mural of all them as a family. She also had one of a Raven flying into the night.

Then she 2 pictures of herself, but… they were different. One of her old, happy self before her world turned upside down. She was wearing a lavender T-shirt that had a V neck, and a long jean skirt. She wore her lavender hair long then. and she smiled everyday. Always thinking she had the perfect life.

The second one is of how she is now. She has a on a black leotard, with black flare jeans over it. And a black Jacket over the top. She has Black Eyeliner/lipliner on along with black lipstick. She'd put on white foundation, but her skin is pale enough as it is without it. She cut her hair, and filled out in all the right places. Which is half the reason why most of the female population at school hated her.

The only similarities between the two is that she keep her hair its weird, but natural lavender color only it's a little darker now. And her eyes. They're still purple.

As she looked to the boxes she noticed one that seemed to stand out, and it should b/c she spent 3 hours painting it. It was the box that held her mother's stuff, which was only a few little trinkets; a simple necklace with a small gold chain and a heart shaped ruby on it, her engagement ring, which had an amethyst stone, that matched her eyes perfectly, some of her moms old clothes, and a her brush that had a solid gold handle and was worth a lot of money. Her & father had a terrible fight over it. HE still has the marks to prove it.

"I miss you mom." she said, barely over a whisper, and as soon as the words came out, her black cat, Armageddon, started purring and rubbing against her leg.

"Come here, geddon(short for Armageddon)." She was glad he was coming with her. He almost didn't, but somehow she had managed to convince her dad that she would be better off with the cat, than without it. Actually, she threatened to tell Fat Tony about them going into hiding, but what does it matter. Armageddon is coming with her. She won yet again.

"Wasn't gonna leave you here all by yourself. No I wasn't, No I wasn't." she said talking sweet to him. He was the ONLY one she talked sweet to anymore. Ever since her mom died she decided no one deserved it. SO she became a GOTH. Her dad thought it was just a phase as he went out and sold her moms stuff, for money. Boy was he wrong. She liked being a goth and being hard, and stone cold toward people. The big, bad Witch, that's what they called her in school. Only they didn't say Witch, exactly. More like something that rhymed with it.

Like she cared. She lost just about all feelings toward everyone, with the exception of Armageddon, when her mom died. It was like…She didn't care. Her sunshine was gone and replaced with darkness.

Her father didn't help her either. Everything reminded him of her and it hurt him, plus he was in debt back then too. So he sold everything valuable that he could get his greedy little paws on. And he wonders why she hate him.

'But thats is in the past and theres no use dwelling on it.' She thought miserably. Then her mind wondered to other things…like…what is going to happen? Am I going to be alone with a bunch of snot nosed preps forever? How long will I be stuck there?

'The more I think about this, The more I hated him.'She thought.'Then again…7 people, all alone. Someones bound to hook up, Find true love, be happy. Maybe…maybe…that could be me? She allowed herself to think of all the bubble gum romance stories she ever heard before she rolled her eyes.

'Yeah right, she thought, 'Who'd fall in love with the residential Goth? Somebody stupid and not even worth my time.'

'I've got packing to do', she thought as she picked up her chains.

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Meanwhile….

12 Houses down….

He was an African American with brown skin, gray eyes, and a strong build. He was prematurly bald, but he didn't care. He was a tall, and a VERY popular jock at his old school. People looked up to him,and respected him and he was cool with everyone, which is why he doesnt want to go into hiding.

Victor Stone, was packing his trophies and video games. His MANY video games. He had as many video games as he did trophies. He had every game consol known to man. From Nintendo to Playstation 3( is that what its called?). The guy was a junkie when it came to video games. He was obsessed. Which was pathetic.

He recently started dreaming of being a professional Football player.Dreamed of makin it into the NFL, not really caring which team he was on. Didn't look like it was gonna happen, tho. The JumpCity Tiger's BIGGEST game of the year was friday. All the major scouts go there to look for impressive players to bride with whatever came to mind, but he'd be gone by then so it didn't look like he'd be making it pro anytime soon. No more school, no more games, no more girls…

'Girls! I…I cant do this. I'll take my chances on the street. I gotta get out of this.' He thought as he headed for the door. JUST as he was about to reach for the doorknob a new thought entered his otherwise football oriented head.

'What if there are girls there? Fine girls… and what if I'm the only guy? Ahahaha. OH YEAH! HIDEOUT HERE I COME!'

His thought pattern basically went like that as he started taking all his swimsuit/ playboy/penthouse posters down from his light blue/ silver walls. As he took them down he noticed the designs of he meant to make but never started on. He was about to continue to take down the posters and ignore them until he came across his design for the T-Car. He forgot what the T- meant but it was always his Dream to build it. His first dream anyway, before he became popular.

'That's in the past.' He thought as he continued his work.

A job that would take a girl 30 minutes took Victor an hour as he tenderly packed the posters (and drooled all over them.) (Guys…) As he was cleaning his desk he found plans for an invention, and the prototype. He still remembers making it. He was in middle school and wanted a way to contact his friend old friend Greg. He was a Techno geek, and thought he was going to change the world with that invention. As he looked on the back, he saw a broken wire.

'Maybe…maybe…I can still fix it. I'm kinda rusty, but that's nothing I can't change through practise.' And with that he took a seat at his desk and got to work.

He first fixed the wire, then he updated it with a satellite link out of his computer. Then he made it so that he could call anyyone, in the world, and no one would be able to trace it. Then he made 6 more so that he had a total of 7. He tested them. Looked them over. Then took apart and rebuilt each one, to make sure he made no mistakes.

He was back and lovin it.

"Boo-Ya!" He said excited When he tested them and saw that they worked..

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