Chapter One The picturesque blonde stood surrounded by her dozens of semi-friends, blue eyes bright but shallow. Suddenly, the sea of plastic, flawless teenage boys and girls began to part, looks of annoyance and mild contempt on their faces as they began to mutter amongst themselves. The anorexic looking boy didn't seem to notice. He kept his wide eyes downcast, continuing to walk towards the girl at the center of the group. After what seemed like hours, she turned her head, noticing his small frame standing there, greasy black hair sticking out in all directions, clutching a bundle of long dead, blackened roses in his hand. "... Who the hell are you?" Her voice was as dull as her eyes. "... I'm your friend..." His sentences were choppy, and his eyes darted about. "I don't know you." She looked down at the hand he was holding the roses in and cringed with disgust. "You're bleeding!" He was holding the flowers so tightly that several thorns were stabbed into his skin, a few of them broken off there. He didn't seem to notice until he looked down at them, at which point he smiled. "And you look splendid this morning as well..." "Huh? I didn't say anything like t-" She trailed off as he held out the flowers. Looking down at them, she squealed and jumped backwards when she noticed a dead, half-rotted bird nestled in their center. "Is something the matter..? Charlotte has been living her for a while.. She's such good company on... Rainy days..."