Brandon’s entourage consisted of three boys and two girls, the hanger-on chicks digging the tight trousers and stripey scarves. They shunned the outside world, face half-veiled by the universal jet-black haircut - turning their backs with affected contempt on the ones that were brave enough to have streaks in the black locks. The coloured-lock tribe were a lesser emo; they hadn’t given themselves over to the despair and the greyscale life they believed that all emo’s should lead - life was to suffer, as decreed in Chapter 1 of ‘The Book of Emo-To Err is Human, to Suffer is Emo’

Brandon was calling a meeting in the middle of the stone circle, he made sure to bring his iPod and speakers so they could listen to the mandatory Fallout Boy as the meeting took place. Earl Grey tea was in the flasks on a make-shift table, next to the razors, eye makeup, and baby wipes.

Brandon had heard down the grapevine that there was a wood not far away from where they were, a magical wood. He never listened to this kind of thing normally, mostly because he was usually informed by chav's hanging around the local shops, ever waiting for someone to buy them cheap cider. But this intrigued him - apparently there was a magical creature that dwelled within the wood and it had been known to have great powers ... and Brandon wondered, half-dared to hope, that it was one that could transform his mop into hair that never needed to be straightened...

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Tweaked and edited by the wonderful Pete! Merci for suggesting bits and fiddling round with it