Witch-Girl.  Moody.  Goth.  Mysterious.  Unfriendly.  Snobby.  Believe me, I've heard it all...and much more.

Name's Sagie.  Short for Sagitarius.  Sagitarius Rainbow.  Don't ask me where I got the weird moniker; guess my parents were hippies or something.  I'm sixteen, live in Denver, Colorado, with my granny Eileen.

I have lived with Granny Eileen since I was four.  My parents up and left me.  No explanation why.  Guess they didn't want to tote a kid around; they wanted to do hippie things, see the world, travel, so they done flew the coop.

Angry?  You bet. 

I'm more than angry.  I'm hurt.  I needed my parents, and they *beepin'* ditched me.  I had no parental guidance other than my granny, and she's too old fashioned for my taste.

You know the type:  long prairie skirts, peasant blouses, long waist long hair done up in a bun or hangin' straight down the back, a Holy Roller:  goes to church every Sunday, a Pentecostal church of all places.

No, I don't go to church; however, that doesn't stop granny from trying.  I don't believe in God; never have, never will.  Guess I don't want to believe in him after being abandoned by my folks like that.

I also have been picked on in school, if not about my Pentecostal granny, about my ways, my dress, my very existance. 

See, I'm into dark moods, clothes and stuff.  All my friends are goth kids:  they dress in black, dye their hair black (if it isn't already), listen to groups like Evanescene, Korn, Metallica, Ozzy Osbourne, Megadeth. 

I think they're cool 'cause they don't conform to the main group of school society.  They do their own thing, and are proud of it.

They're the ones who cut classes, smoke in the restrooms (without getting caught; I still don't know how they do it!!), cuss the teachers out when homework (or demerits) are handed out, try to cause mischief by setting chairs, desks on fire, trashing the school after hours, just for kicks.

I don't do that so much myself, but I do the Goth Thing:  dress in black, wear my hair long and hangin' in my face, heavy dark eyeshadow or eyeliner, make my face all pale looking. 

I listen to the heavy metal or goth type music, write/read dark poetry, stories.  I'm not into the cutesy, sweet "girl-meets-boy-fall-in-love" type of story.  I like my poetry, stories dark, and the darker, the better:  aka Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Bram Stoker's "Dracula", "Frankenstein"--yeah, that's my kind of readin'! :)

Because I am something of a loner (excepting when it comes to my Goth-ness or my choice of friends), the kids think I'm a witch. 

They think I sacrifice living animals on Friday nights, or rattle my skeletal necklaces, wear chains around my ankles, suck bat's blood for nourishment.  They think I terrorize innocent, unsuspecting people just for fun. 

It may sound like fun, but I'm not into witchcraft.  If my Pentecostal-reared granny ever knew I'd gotten involved with that sort of thing, she'd make me lie down on the floor, on my face, and repent to Jesus for my sins.  Don't want to do that.

There are some kids who are practicing pagans, witches at my school.  I see them congregating around the south end of the building on Friday nights (guess to cook their gruel or perform secret things nobody else knows about), but don't talk to them, don't want to have anything to do with them. 

They scare the livin' bejingles outta me. LOL

Besides, I believe in Christmas (if only for the gifts; don't do the Jesus thing), believe in Easter (the Easter bunnies, the chocolate candies).  I'm not totally bad, so don't judge me until you get to know me.

Now, I may not be the type of kid you'd want to pal around with.  That's okay by me.  I'm not harming anyone, causing any trouble.  It's my friends who do the trouble, not me.  I just sit back, observe, think it's cool, but know better than to get involved...

...Or else I run the risk of getting the wrath of granny Eileen.  Trust me, you don't want to go there.  Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.  Not fun.

I just stay out of her hair:  anything to keep from going to church, or hearing another one of her "sermons":  I don't think I could handle another one of them!! 

Sundays at my house is bad enough:  granny has the TV on the religious channels (all day) after she gets home from church.  I stay holed up in my room, with my music cranked up. 

Then I hear granny wailing to her god, asking him to spare her the indignity of raising such a demon spawn of a child when I don't really have a bad bone in my body!

I'm not bad.  Just don't know where I fit in.  Misunderstood.  Yeah, that's it.

What does a goth lovin' gal like me to do??  I want to conform, but know the consequences if I do conform to my friends' activities. 

I will write in here again another day.  Until then, this is Sagie Rainbow McDermott signing off!

~To be continued.~