It's been a while since I did a fanfic, and the first time I've done one based on a movie! So I hope you enjoy it. I obviously don't own the characters from Edward Scissorhands.

"Why is it snowing, Grandma? Where does it come
from?"

"...I guess it would
have to start with scissors."

"Scissors?"

"Crystal! You're going to be late again! Come on!" A distant voice carried through the air. "Crystal! Seriously! I don't want to miss home room again!" The voice grew less distant this time.

"...Five more minutes..."

"No! You said that ten minutes ago! We're already late!" It was a familiar voice now. A young girl's.

Blue eyes groggily opened, not welcoming the light of the sun from outside the skylight above. A pale hand covered her face as the teenager yawned. She turned her head, feeling some of her messy red hair fall around her face. The large blinking numbers of the time caught her attention. Shit!

"If you're not out in two minutes I'm breaking in there!"

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" Crystal exclaimed in hysterics as her body shifted into full gear. She sprinted across her bedroom floor, tossing on the first shirt and pair of jeans she could find in her sight. After grabbing her bag she opened to door to find a very upset sister.

Her sister looked just like her, minus the bags underneath her eyes and matured body. Crystal was a senior in high school but her sister was only in seventh grade and was a late-bloomer. "I'm sorry, Shannon. Really...I didn't sleep well last night again..."

"I don't care! You're going to get me into trouble again! Let's GO!" Before she could blink, Crystal felt herself get yanked out of the house. The chill in the air bit her face while she got into her run-down jeep.

It's going to snow soon...she thought to herself as she drove down her street and headed off towards the main school of her town. All the houses looked the same. Each house had a pastel color, making the street look like it could've been a 50s movie set. And this street wasn't any different than the others that belonged to her town. The grey sky contrasted the bright colors of flowers that outlined each house. Individuality wasn't allowed much in this town, much to Crystal's disappointment.

Luckily the school held all grades. The building itself was very large and split into sections for the various grades. The parking lot was mostly full as Crystal pulled in, making her grumble in frustration. Shannon practically jumped out of the passenger seat in anxiety, running towards the back entrance without a word to her sister.

The cold air welcomed Crystal again as she got out of her jeep with a sigh. Oversleeping had become a daily habit the past few weeks. But she couldn't help it. Her dreams kept waking her up a night. A single dream, really. Of a dark man with scissors fir hands...

"Crystal Barker! This is your final warning. If you are late again, you will receive a month's detention and loss of driving privileges. We do not tolerate this behavior at this school. Just because you are a senior does not give you the ability to just come and go as you please. I can hold you back another year if need be." The overbearing lecture from the school principal made her ears ring.

"Yes, Sir. I'm terribly sorry. I promise I won't be late again," Crystal apologized. Her heavy-set principal then sighed.

"I know you're a good student, Crystal. And I understand that it's been hard taking care of your sister since your father passed away in that fire last year..."

The fire...right...Crystal shuddered at the mention of it. Her father was a local celebrity for being the best firefighter. Until last year, that is. There was a fire in a house a few streets down from Crystal's; a gas leak that went terribly wrong. A baby was left inside the scorching home and her father ran in to save it...never to be seen alive again. His body was burned almost beyond recognition. Crystal's mother did her best to keep up appearances after the loss. She became consumed in her work as a realtor and was rarely home for more than a few days at a time. This left Crystal and Shannon to fend for themselves mostly. Ever since, her dreams were either horrific or of the dark man with scissors. They came more and more frequently as of late.

"...but I can't let this slide. Not when both you and your sister are coming later and later to school. So please make an effort."

"Yes, Sir." Crystal nodded.

The school day that followed was like every other day. She was seen as an outsider compared to the perky faces of her classmates. Crystal wasn't a cheerleader or part of the dance team or school band like the other girls. Her school experience was one of torment and loneliness. She had a few friends that seemed to get along with her at times. But she always felt different. She didn't belong here. In this school or in this town. Her perfect plan was to move as far away as she could when she graduated, but she couldn't leave her sister alone.

The teen sighed as she walked towards her jeep at the end of the day. Shannon had a meeting for the dance team and was getting a ride home from a friend afterwards. Crystal had a few hours free to do whatever she wanted. Which means I can go home and stare at the walls some more...she thought to herself sullenly as she pulled out of the parking lot. The drive back to her house was silent. Her eyes seemed glazed over as she drove. She was so tired...

"...once there was even a man who had scissors for hands..."

"Hey! It's green, Lady!" Someone yelled from behind. Crystal glance dup to see that she was stopped at a green light in an intersection. She slammed her foot on the petal and sped off, shaking her head in spite of herself for falling asleep at the wheel.

As she turned onto her street, a sinister home appeared in her rear-view mirror. It was a tall, dark castle in midst of some mountains. As far as anyone knew, it was abandoned many years before and many considered it haunted. According to myth, an inventor had lived and died inside. A boy had also been murdered there some time later. Crystal remembered hearing stories from her grandmother about a man who lived up there. The man in her dreams. I do have free time...maybe...just this once...The jeep screeched along the pavement as Crystal turned around and made her way towards the foreboding house.