You call us geeks, nerds, and other things (Jump in) But we are more than that.

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    We are the ones who you call 'F*'. The ones you call 'Suicides'. The one you call 'Gothics'. The ones you pick on. But we are much more than that. We are people, just like you. This is our group. We take in any kid who doesn't have a place to go to, or a family to run to when things get hard. We are a Family, the ones you call 'Snakes'. We've grown into the name, but really, where the Demon Angels.


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    Rashes pulled down he sleeves and sighed softly. Cutting was just a bad habit of hers; it was almost like a release for her. The sixteen year old shaped her hair carefully, then looked at her wrists. She would normally draw, but it wasn't the same. Oh well. She took a razor and cut a small line and closed her eyes. It didn't even hurt, and she made sure not to cut too deep. She didn't really want to die, because she knew the others would be miserable of she did. Those guys where the only ones that understood her. She patted the small wound and it went away quickly. She didn't mind the scars, but her real family hates them. She wore a short sleeved shirt with black sleeves that connected to her thumb, sorta like a glove of sorts. She slipped on her backpack and began walking out of the house and down the rode. It took her about ten minutes to walk to school, but school started in an hour, so she walked into the forest by her house and Joey walking until she found a small clearing. It looked like you were on the middle k a giant star if you looked up, the way the tree branches where combined. The cleaning wasn't normal, no, the had made some covers around the trees. She herself made most of the sheets that sealed off the rest of the world. She lifted one of the covers up and walked to the middle. She took out her phone and sent a text to everyone, and it read,'I'm here.'

    Derek reads the text and heads towards their normal meeting spot. As he walked through the forest his black skinny jeans would catch on the small shrubbery and limbs from small trees would catch his messy black hair. Derek soon came up to the clearing where joey was and saw her standing in the middle and started to walk towards her trying to be quite so that he could try to scare her.

    Rachel put her phone away, and then gripped her backpack straps. Bored, she went on her toes, then flat, then her heels and continued to do so.


    Sailor Wolfe


    Beauty may have been a factor that Sailor possessed all her life, but it didn't play a major role. Sailor was as much a freak as her friend. Sailor was a violent child, being raised in a violent household. The fifteen year old was mysterious and secretive, only trusting certain people with her life.
    The familiar tinkling sound of her phone signaled she had a text from one of hr friends. Taking her rhinestone studded IPhone out of the pockets of her ripped jeans, the pink headed girl looked at the text message she had received from Rachel. Reading the small text, Sailor placed her phone back in her pocket.
    Fixing her floral sweater over her shorts, Sailor grabbed her small teal-ish bag and pulled on her grey shoes. Throwing open the front door, Sailor silently slipped out, closing the door softly behind her. Sailor's parents were away from a month for a major business trip, but the teenager still had five older siblings, two of which were in college while the others got up a little later than their odd little sister.
    Sailor hopped along towards the forest, which wasn't that far from Sailor's house due to the fact that she lived at the edge of town, the forest being right next door. Along the way to their normal meeting spot, Sailor touched a few of the wildflowers along the worn-out, well-known path that Sailor often took to her and her friend's meeting place.
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    Derek finally got close to Joey and grabs her arm and yells loudly. And looks towards her to see how she will react.

    (Rachel isn't Joey. :) )


    Rachel screamed when someone grabbed her arms. She instinctly stomped on his feet, and roughly got out of his grip. She spun around quickly, and slapped whoever had grabbed her. She gasped, seeing as it was Derek. She was still mad, though."Derek! I told you to stop doing that!" She told him sharply, stomping her foot on the ground.

    (sorry I guess I read something wrong)


    derek put a hand over where she slapped him and lifts up the foot that she stomped, "ouch!" He says and looks at her,"Well when you said not to do that I didn't think that you would slap me and stomp on my feet!"he says and puts his foot and his hand down.

    Rachel crossed her arms."What else would I do? I took self defense classes. Your lucky I didn't pepper spray you, yea jurk." She rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms. She ran a hand through her black hair, gently pushing it over to one side."Don't do it again; maybe next time I'll have my tabor with me." She joked."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, but you deserve it."

    derek grinns a little,"it's alright, I guess I did kinda deserve that." derek sets down his bag and stretches. "so what are we doing today?" he says looking at her.

    Rachel took a deep breath and sighed."I don't know. Same thing as we do everyday, I gusse. Go to school, the come back here and... Do whatever we want to do."

    [justify]"Did I miss something?" Sailor asked upon hearing the voices of her two friends. The pink headed girl trudged slowly towards Derek and Rachel, her teal bag hitting her hip as she walked. Sailor's face was emotionless and blunt, like normal as she reached her two friends.


    [/justify]

    Rachel shrugged."Derek scared me, and grabbed my arm. Though he was someone else, so I stomped on his foot and slapped him." She said."Hey, nor hard feelings?" She asked Derek

    Derek looks at her and smiles "yeah I guess so, but next time try not to slap me so hard" he says rubbing the area where she had slapped.

    Rachel shrugged, not giving much thought if his hard she slapped him."Well, I thought you were a kidnapper. I, not going to gently slap them, I might punch them for all I care." She spun around in her heels and looked around. They had a small fire pit in the middle, which they inky lit if it was winter time, or if it was night time. Currently it was fall, and in Washington state, it was often cold every time if year, with summer being about 90.

    "yeah I guess you do have a point" he says and looks at her "so do you want to come here and hang out tonight or do you have something better to do" he asks her.

    Rachel shrugged."I do t have anything to do any day. Only Sunday's do I have to go to church. I don't really like practicing a religion I don't believe in." She said and flicked her hair out of her face.

    "well maybe we can go together this week" he says to her and looking at his watch to make sure that they still had enough time

    [justify]Sailor leaned against a tree, watching her friends through narrowed eyes. Sailor was never the one with words, so the pink-headed girl stayed silent, gazing at her perfectly manicured nails every now and then.[/justify]

    Rachel shrugged."I guess. If you want to sit for an hour, then stand and sing for three, then sit back down for an hour." She told him. She Henry kicked at the dirt, careful not to hit him. She sighed and looked at her watch."We've got ten minutes or so."