Here's Rea's back story!

Chapter Four: Quoth the Raven

"Hello?" said Rachel, picking up the phone.

"Hey, Rea," was the response.

"Oh, hi, Gar."

"Sooo, what's up?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Oh, no reason."

"Who are you on the phone with?" came Terra's voice from Gar's end.

"No one," he replied.

"Terra giving you a hard time, again?"

"No, it's just – hey!" Terra's voice came on.

"Who is this?" she asked.

"No one imperticular," she replied, malice in her voice; she had a – uh – dislike for Terra.

There was a pause and then Terra spoke to Gar.

"I suggest you get off the phone," she snapped. "The bills are high enough already."

Gar spoke up. "Since when do you care about the –" click.

Rachel sighed and hung up. Why did he even like that – that – that hag anyway? She treats him like her own personal pack mule!

If I only had five minutes with her… she thought. Relax. You're getting worked up over nothing. Calm down. Meditate.

She then sat, cross-legged, on her bed. She put her hands on her knees and repeated:

"Azerath Metreone Zynthos" over and over until her mind was clear. She did her best thinking this way.

Rachel was different then the others in a sense that she was darker than the others. She wasn't necessarily Gothic; she just liked Poe and died here hair indigo (A/N Raven doesn't really strike me as Gothic, just dark). She hated being labeled in any way. In fact, the last guy who teased her for being "Gothic" ended up with a broken arm. She was naturally pale and was good at bass guitar.

As she sat in her room, meditating, she thought about the phone call.

She didn't quite know why Terra hated her so much, but she knew why she hated Terra.

Although she didn't really like to admit it, she's had a crush on Gar for as long as she could remember. She was Gar's best friend, besides Vic, and she had always hoped, wished even, that maybe…

She sighed, rested her head on her pillow and looked around her room.

On her desk, there was book after book of Edger Allen Poe. Next to her bed was the indigo bass that Dick had given her the previous night. On the wall next to it were pictures of the band. And, right next to her, was a stuffed raven toy that Bestboy had given her for her birthday one year (one of the reasons she was so excepting of the nick-name.

She smiled at it and went to bed.

The next morning she went into the kitchen to find her mother, Arella, making breakfast.

"Sleep well?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Rachel as she got herself a cup of tea.

They didn't say a lot to each other in the morning. Rachel was the quiet type and she got it from Arella.

They sat and ate breakfast in silence, until Arella spoke.

"Remember, Victor's coming over today to fix the breaker." They didn't have a lot of money and Arella was too shy to ask Bruce for money and too shy to except it.

"Oh, right." Rachel hated it when she had to treat her friends like plumbers or electricians.

And, around noon, there was a knock at the door. Rachel opened it.

"Hey, Raven. Where's the fuse box?"

OK, so that was Rea's back story. Next will be Cyborg's and then Star's (in case you were getting mixed up). I am really really really sorry I haven't been updating like I should have, but other stuff's been getting in the way. Please R&R!

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Tprinces