Before I begin: (spoiler) If you don't like sad endings to love stories then don't read... or you can continue at your own risk... so, lets begin, shall we?^-^

~If reality becomes too obscure, I'll just kick it away and run with my feet bare~
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I yelled as I dropped my bag to the floor. "Allison!" My little sister, Camella, excitedly yells as she runs towards me to give one of her adorable hugs. "How was school, Alice?" She asks me with her cute mouse-like voice. I smiled at her and said it was good even though it was a lie. You see, I just move to Columbia, South Carolina and got into my new school. I guess its not really easy to make friends when you dress in all black. You get called things like, 'new freak' or 'goth girl' and also 'emo freak' and 'cutter'. I don't get the last two because I don't cut myself and I'm not emo but I really don't give a flying crap about them calling me a goth or a freak. My friends back where I used to live called me their little goth freak and they accepted me so I took it as a compliment. Anyway, I gave my sister a hug back and headed towards my room guessing that my parents were at work. They were because there was a list of chores to be done on a slip of paper that laid on my blood red pillow. I sighed as I picked up the list and started on the chores.