As the school bell rung, Damien sprang from his seat and slung his black and red checkered back pack over his left shoulder, his vans shoes making squeaky noises as he burst from his Calculus two class. He watched as kids flooded out of their classrooms and he ran past his locker, not needing any books and he certainly wasn't going to do any homework tonight. Tonight was the big sleep over in the Peerland Graveyard, he wasn't going to be occupied with a bunch of studying or worksheet. Oh no, he was going to have an amazing time.

Damien would run out of the school, pushing past people as he ran down the steps and across the parking lot, running down the sidewalk before any of his friends could catch him and hold him up. He was too excited to chat with anyone, he wanted to get packing and plan for tonight and then relax and watch some t.v. before he had to leave. It started at 7 pm, when sunset was usually around and even though he had a few hours until then, he was still extremely excited. He flipped some of his hair from his calm dark blue eyes and kept walking quickly before turning a block and he ran over to his house. His house was a large white one with blue shutters and a black roof top and it was medium sized, certainly something he was grateful for since his mom couldn't earn as much as she used to.

Damien opened the door, walking inside and he sighed to see his tired mother sprawled on the couch, asleep with her lunch sitting on the coffee table half eaten and a water bottle that was empty laying on the ground. He walked over, leaning over her and nudged her gently with his hand. "Mom... wake up." he said softly. Her blue eyes fluttered open, her tired face and the dark circles under her eyes telling him she was exhausted. He sighed and helped her up.

"Damien... you certainly are home early.." she said tiredly, running a hand through her messy brown hair. He sighed; He then took her right arm gently and he slowly led her upstairs and to her bedroom, laying her down as he looked at her. She looked so sleepy, so tired... so sad.

"Mom... you have a few more hours till work... try to get some rest and then eat your lunch at the hospital."

He kissed her forehead and she smiled faintly up at him and closed her eyes as he tucked the covers over her. He then walked away, closing the door lightly and making his way down the carpeted hallway and he opened the white sticker covered door to his room. His room had red walls and black ceiling and a white colored carpet with a few dirty clothes here and there but it was fairly clean. He had his own desk which was done very neat, he had a dresser and a closet filled with dark gothic clothes and band t-shirts and skinny jeans. He had a regular sized bed with black sheets and a black and red checkered cover and black and red pillows scattered across it but it was made. He had a nightstand, and he plugged in his phone to charge right next to his alarm clock and he had one window near his desk to let him look down on the streets and the other houses in the neighbor hood.

Damien quickly walked over to his closet and he pulled out a very large duffel back and set it onto his bed, after pulling out a band t-shirt with the band name "Bullet For My Valentine" on it and it had fancy designs and blood splatters, the background a grungy black. He smiled and he tossed it by his bag and then took off his shirt, his strong back and toned muscles exposed, and his strong abs that he was proud of since it took him a lot of work to gain them. He would kick off his vans shoes and then pulled out some boxers and throw them by the bag and then his pajama pants with sponge bob all over them, with a very soft fuzzy warm material he was going to wear tonight when he went to sleep. He also threw in his black bunny slippers. He walked to the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and his toothpaste and his night pills and walked back into the room, tossing them into the bag along with a washcloth. He would brush his teeth tonight, he had to keep his white teeth clean.

After packing his clothes and hygiene things, he made his way to the dresser and pulled out a green t-shirt with Gir on the front, eating a cupcake with large animated eyes. He grinned and put it over his strong upper body and then took off his shorts, putting on a pair of tight black skinny jeans. He put on a rainbow studded belt and then he slipped his vans shoes on again and brushed out his layered jet black hair. His silver snake bites were still in place and his tattoo on his bicep was partly visible. He then had to pack all the games and equipment.

He dumped a few books and papers from his back pack onto the bed and then put in his expensive but amazing laptop, and a few scary movies and a few comedies. He put in a book for himself to read in case he needed some quiet time to himself, he also threw in a deck of cards and a flashlight. He knew they were going to play flash light tag tonight, and he was excited. He then zipped up the backpack. He didn't know who was bringing the snacks and drinks but he might as well throw a few into his duffel bag inside a small cooler in case someone forgot. He grabbed the duffel bag and the backpack and made his way down the stairs and set them by the door, running to the fridge and pulling out a few cokes and a few Pepsi cans. He grabbed a small cooler and filled it with ice, and put the cans of pop inside and then he threw in a few bags of beef jerky. He grinned and shut the cooler, setting it next to his luggage before glancing at the clock.

It was only 4:00. Three more hours he had to wait. He would walk over to the living room, and pick up the bottle and mom's have eaten lunch and throw them into the garbage can. He grabbed a pot pie and then a can of coke that was still in the fridge and made his way to the couch, flipping the t.v. on as Supernatural was just about to start. He grinned, relaxing as he ate his pot pie and anxiously waited for 7:00 to come.

"And for homework - " The shrill bell cut off Mrs. Andersen's tirade, and Ana smiled, popping the mystery flavour gum in her mouth. Instead of listening to barmy Mrs. Andersen crow on and on about thymine and cytosine (or it could've been guanine, she admittedly wasn't paying much attention to the wild woman in front of the whiteboard flailing her arms) she had spent her time in science attempting to decide whether it was watermelon or just an oddly tasting coconut flavour that was her gum. She'd halfway decided on the coconut when the bell rang, and when it did she raised up marginally in her seat and forgot all about the sticky substance that was currently plastered to the roof of her mouth. As soon as school ended she had things to do - homework surely wouldn't hinder her, so whether Mrs. Andersen would find pity on her students didn't matter to Ana, because she almost never did homework, anyways.

"Well, nevermind, students," The scatterbrained teacher said instead, smiling a little, "I suppose since it's Halloween you don't much deserve homework. Expect a bucketload when you come back, though! You are dismissed!" Ana snorted and slung her dark denim messenger bag under her shoulder, only stopping in her pursuit of the door to discreetly spit her wad of gum in the trashcan. She looked up through platinum locks to see Mrs. Andersen eyeing her disapprovingly, but instead of appearing remorseful Ana shot her teacher a cheeky grin and exited the classroom. First stop? Her locker, to stuff her shit in it and never see it again for a whole weekend. Glory days.

Her heels made odd, chunky noises in the hallway as they were probably taller than most middle school aged boys were, but she ignored the mostly annoyed stares that were shot her way and immediately flung her locker open at the first opportunity. Actually using a lock was for uncool kids, in Ana's mind, and she slammed it shut after depositing her things, only taking with her a water bottle full of kool-aid and another packet of gum that she soon shoved into her tight pocket and completely forgot about.

Ana loaded herself into her mom's old Pinto (which had been generously loaned to her for the special occasion of the awesomest Halloween 'sleepover' ever) and soon jetted off, ignoring the whole seatbelt thing. It would restrict her, in Ana's opinion, and bunch up her dark, hand knitted sweater she was wearing to stave off the cold her mother had made for her last Christmas. She wasn't driving home, but to an old motel just on 'this' side of town that was cheap and she could grab a pack of chips and slip into her costume in. Perfectly fine for Ana, as she'd rather not have her mama see her leave the apartment in a grungy, short little number that was a poor imitation of Alice in Wonderland, with ripped skirts and fake blood all over the corset. The pearls were huge and fake and obviously said, 'I didn't get these from daddy.'

It wouldn't have gone down well.

She parked in the desolate parking lot, then slid out of the front seat and slammed the door shut. After that she leaned into the back from a backdoor and pulled out a lumpy garbage bag with her costume in it and a smaller little plastic baggy that held her necessities in it - hairbrush, toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo and etc, although she honestly doubted as to whether she'd wash her hair in a motel bathroom where someone was probably killed in back in the door or something of the sort.

Ana checked in relatively easily and jogged on up to her room. She didn't pay mind to the peeling yellow wallpaper (although Ana was reminded eerily of a haunting short story she'd been forced to read long ago) or the fact that the windows were boarded up with two by fours ... or, of course, that the dirty bed coverlets had odd stains on them. No, she was far, far too excited for that night to care about anything for that moment.

She grinned, slung the garbage bag into the bathroom, and closed the door with a click. When she came out, she'd be the Mad Hatter's worst nightmare.

"Millie Janine!" Sara Sanders yelled from downstairs. Rousing from her sleep, Millie's eyes cracked just enough to see the red glow from her clock. 3:57. It was almost four in the afternoon and Millie was just beginning to realize that she'd slept the entire day away. She'd been out drinking last night and just couldn't be expected to go to school with the massive hangover she was now suffering from. Millie rolled her eyes when her mother called her a second time, but finally rose from her soft, queen-sized bed. "What do you want!?" Millie yelled back. Her mother must have been only checking to see if she was awake because she never answered. Oh well.

Slipping on her adorable cheetah slippers, Millie padded across her room towards her closet. The room was a black with splatters of neon paint thrown all around. Her parents had flipped when they first noticed, but she didn't really care. It was her room and however she wanted it was the way it was going to be. Millie slid the top drawer open and pulled out a red lace thong before sliding the drawer back into place. The next drawer contained all of her bras and she pulled out the one that matched her thong. Even if her underwear were rarely seen, Millie Sanders was not about to mismatch. Next stop was the large closet located on the other side of her room. She pulled out an Abercrombie and Fitch black and white knit sweater and then a pair of tight-fit dark denim jeans. She'd only be wearing the outfit for the next three hours, but Millie always felt more comfortable when matching.

Millie walked to her bathroom and turned the shower on. Quickly she stripped and hopped in the shower. It wasn't long before she was climbing back out. Millie never needed long showers; they wasted time and you didn't need twenty minutes to clean yourself. She slipped on the clothes she'd just picked out and then headed downstairs. There was something she was supposed to do today, but Millie couldn't remember what. It was definitely aggravating her. The thought finally popped into her mind as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Tonight was the night she and her friends would be spending in the graveyard. Excitement coursed through her body as she turned and raced back to her room. It took forever for Millie to find her Vera Bradley duffel bag, but finally she had it pulled out from under her bed, now sitting on the fluffy mattress.

What do I need? She thought to herself. As she scurried around her room, Millie kept adding things to her list of needed things. Her pulled out three of her favorite outfits just because one could never know when they'd need to change. Her cosmetic bag was a full as it could be and her duffel bag was overflowing with movies, games, and clothes. Her toothbrush and toothpaste were quickly added into the mix, as well as her hairbrush and her cheetah slippers. Once she was packed Millie carried her bags downstairs and dropped them by the door before heading off towards the living room. Her brothers, Isaac and Isaiah, were fighting over the remote, but Millie took it from the both of them. She surfed the channels until she spotted her favorite movie. No matter how many times she watched Finding Nemo, it never got old. Her friends constantly picked on her for liking a little kid's movie, but who could blame her when it was such a cute movie.

Looking at the clock, Millie realized that she had just enough time to watch the movie before she needed to head off to the cemetary. Once again, Excitement coursed through her body. Millie Janine Sanders couldn't be more ready for anything as she was for tonight.