Prologue: An Introduction
Outside of closed doors of these primped cute house in the small town of Springwood, the sun is setting the sky on fire. The air is chilling, but the sun fights it back with its warmth. Now, on the middle of this street, in a house trimmed with blue, on this house's porch there sit's a young girl on a patio swing. She has straight honey blonde hair and she sits and tries desperately to stay awake. Why she does she do this? We don't know, but maybe across town, where this small city thrives with kids doing crack on corners, where fast food places are noisy, and the shopping centers are beginning to close, across town far away from where this girl sits, sits another young girl, and maybe she knows the answer to the other's dilemma. She sits, her scrawny, but shapely white legs dangling over the ledge outside her apartment door. The girl is mildly pretty. She is long-haired, and it is a shade of light copper, and it came down in defined ringlets. Her eyes are half-closed, but you can see the yellowish-green that peeks out. She sits, and she ponders, trying to figure out where her life went down hill.
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"Hazel. Hazel? HAZEL!"
"Hmmm, wha?" The girl with copper hair wakes up from her restless sleep. It feels as if she only drifted off for a moment….
"Seriously you little feather head, you need to get up," the woman sighed. She was in her mid-forties with coconut colored skin and silvery short curly hair.
"Are we almost there Gwen?" Hazel rested her head against the cool car window. The rain pitter patted on the fast, busy highway.
"How many times have I asked you to stop calling me that?" the woman, Gwen, frowned.
"Oh...sorry...Mom." Hazel shuddered out, the word foreign and unfamiliar on her tongue.
There was a silence as they both listened to the rain and music playing softly on the radio.
"Go-Uh. Mom?""Yes""Why are we moving again?"
Gwen sighed, shutting her eyes slowly.
"You know I had to get you away from your-"There was a sudden swerve, and tires screeched. The air was forced down the woman's throat.
"GWEN! LOOK OUT!!!" Hazel shrieked.
Hazel's scream was silenced sharply as they hit a car that was spinning out of control.
Gwen's heart accelerated dangerously high. They began to roll and Hazel thought they would never stop.
Hazel began screaming, screaming, screaming, and she feared that too, would never stop.
Eventually, though, all things come to an end.
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~Wait it gets Worse is at it again!~
Wait it gets Worse. The band that has Springwood going around in a punk/rock-indie/emo hybrid phase.
The band became popular in the wake of a year ago, after they performed for the first time at their School prom. They have one thing other money making, well-known bands, like Hey Monday or the Offspring, doesn't have. They have no signed contract, they have a tendency to scream random words, and all of the members are underage.
On the drums is emo cutie, goggle wearing Jackie 'Duckie' Merdell. When asked why she joined the band, the Japanese heartthrob giggled and replied, "I never had any intention to join. I never even knew how to play the drums!!" Duckie states, "But of course, when Asher has an idea, she usually has to drag all of us into it."
Asher Burnett seems to be the group leader, but plays key board in the band. She brings a techno-electronic edge for the beat of their songs. Burnett apparently had the idea of forming a band when she first heard, best friend, Hazel Archer, sing. "Hazel is something," Asher states, "She's like nothing but like everything, not nice, just weird."
Hazel Archer, the oldest in the group, is the band's much celebrated lead singer. Some of her greatest songs, such as 'Acid Claws' and 'Love Adventure', are co written by the band's guitarist, Kaden Marcus. Archer is the only one in the group that is parentless. She moved to Springwood with her foster parent, Gwen Sydell last year, but Ms. Sydell met her death in a fatal car accident. When asked how she was coping, Archer shrugged it off, "It's the way things are," and sighed, "And if you're going to go off at how awesome I am, don't bother. The genius behind it all is Kaden. He's your man."
Kaden is the only male in this almost girl-band. Sometimes he lead sings, and sometimes he eggs everyone else in the band to join in. "These guys aren't just my coworkers, they're my friends," Marcus states, "And our band is just something we do, like when we dress up as zombies or when we just sit and bitch about government plastic onstage, or when Molly does cartwheels and falls off the platform."
Molly Manning is the final member of the band as the base player. Molly is somewhat pushy and aggressive, and the youngest member in the group. Molly tells that she works closely with Kaden and Hazel with their songs. "I provide flow."
Wait it gets Worse is only a local band, but already they have songs played all across the country. The band although has never traveled farther then out of state for tours, but we can expect things to change when they graduate!
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In other words, they can expect shit. Not one of the members of Wait it gets Worse ever expected to remain a band after graduation. Kaden wanted to create video games, Duckie wanted to be a fashion designer, Asher planned on becoming an artist, Molly aspired to be an actress, and Hazel was working on becoming a novelist.
They met quite on accident actually. Hazel spent most of her time in solitude, not talking to no one and noticing anything. She lived alone, since she was sixteen, nearing seventeen, when Gwen died, and was no longer considered a ward of the state, whatever state she was in at the time.
She met Asher, or Asher met her. Either way works. Asher was a loner, and did almost anything remotely possible to gain attention from a school that treated her as if she had an invisibility cloak on herself 24/7. So she became friends with every new kid that made their way to her school, which is how she gained weird friends like Duckie and Kaden.
How they formed a band was weirder. They were all sitting in Asher's living room and she said, 'Hey, let's form a band.' and that's how the band mess started.
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The girl that sat on her ledge in front of her apartment, Hazel Archer, grimaced. No, that wasn't how it all started. None of those days weren't how it all started. It was stupid movie night, that one night so many years ago. That one night, that one night ruined it all for her. She was damned that day, Hazel was sure of it. When her stepfather smiled at her for the first time in years and asked her if she wanted to watch a scary movie that night, and she said yes because she was big enough for it. All he wanted was to give her a few sleepless nights, but she got something more, something much worse.
That was the day. That was the day that ended any good thing for her.