We Are The Misfits- Discontinued

Chapter 1 - Buckle Up.

Please excuse the possible spelling and grammer errors, I'm working on it.

Picture on the side is who I have casted for Terry.

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"Terry, Terry Get up, Terry , Terrrry, Terry, wake up,"

What now? I groan and attempt to block out the world by burying my head further in my arms. Of cause the constant prodding of a finger poking my forearm was a little distracting. And a lot annoying, not to mention aggrevating.

"Shut up and leave me alone or I'll cut you," I murmer swiping a angry fist in the direction of the idiot. A satisfied smirk made its way onto my face when I hit flesh.

"Yep she's up! You guys owe me," Shit it's Hayden, my lips tilted down again. That means the others are here. That means I have to wake up I groan again at the realisation, a little disappointed. The footsteps and other annoying sounds of movement made me peek out from behind my arms only to see the backyard of my house, shit I fell asleep on my desk again.

"You know it can't be that hard to walk to your bed, it's only like a metre away," Haydens muscular voice spoke up again pointing out the obvious in a sarcastic statement as always. I don't bother responding instead I turn to see him stretched over a majority of my queen sized bed, Jacob relaxed against my bright blue beanbag and Wez leaning in the open doorway; them all looking at me. "This is the third day in a row, what's up?"

"You don't seem to mind," I reply gingerly refering to their 'homey' positions, rubbing my eyes trying to get rid of the sleep fogging my mind. They all don't buy my clever obvasive remark raising an eyebrow prompting further explaination on my part, not going to happen there is no way I'm bringing up the nightmares I've been having. Been there and done that definantly not repeating it. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We're going to school," Wes admitted earning him a look of surprise and doubt in his mental health from me.

"And what brought this on?" For some unknown reason that was amusing.

"Besides wanting to experience the educational wonders of Saint Joan High School, it's Wednesday I haven't shown up once and Mum's close to decapatating me," Wes didn't look too upset about that, but then he knew better then to complain about how much his mum cared about him around me. Last time I punched him.

Hard.

"I have no desire to go anywhere near something that involves the word 'saint' or 'education' today," I push myself up off the desk chair moving my body around gently, testing my muscles.

"Aww, come on Terry, grace the outside world with that beautiful yet scary face of yours," Hayden tried to persuade me shuffling around on my bed so he is sitting against the headboard. I take in the faces of the three people I'm closest to, seeing the expecting look on their faces, they know I'll give in.

"You are all seriously on board with this?" Please say it's a joke. I look over and all of them already knowing the answer.

"Yep," Great, fan-bloody-tastic, I'm going to school. Perfect.

"Fuck, god I hate you all. Give me five minutes," I sigh running my hand through my dirty blonde hair a little frustated with them ganging up on me, I turn around to walk to the pile of messed up, unfolded but clean clothes I haven't gotten around to putting away yet - To be honest I never will - and told them to get out while I changed.

"Okay I'm done, let's get our asses to school and learn," I say flatly walking into the kitchen knowing that's where the others would be. No, not phsycic just instinctive, a group of boy in a house with little adult supervision, not hard to guess that they were scoping out the cupboards.