This is the opening of a project I'm working on, but I'm afriad it may be a little too thick, and too serious. I'd appreciate some feedback. TY.

I struck out into the world with very little main-stream experience. I had come from a sheltered, God fearing family, who I will love all my life. They taught me morals, manners, and decency. They also taught me how to think for myself, which seemed to get me in trouble more often then not as soon as I stepped foot outside the house. I had had few close friends, and was labeled strongly, as a prudish and very odd sort of girl.

However, despite these thoughts about me from my peers, I was an open-minded person. I was fascinated my human behavior, and sought to understand it, and in some cases use it. This along with my inbred compassion, made me into a very accepting person, and I seemed to draw those with emotional wounds, needing a pair of listening ears. I found out this way, that the world was a fiendish place, yet humans are often the cruelest when they had no intention to be.

I decided, therefore, to build up around me an environment of acceptance and kindness. A safe haven that could be found by those in need of it, from which I could look out, observe the world, and try to puzzle out its complexities. It was this desire that drove me to create and name my posse.

Now, this may seem like physiological over-kill, especially for a teenage girl. But I was ambitious, had been raised by intellectuals, and still held all the idealism of youth. I decided that I couldn’t change the whole world, but maybe I could fix up a little piece of it for me and my loved ones. I knew that there was much about the world I didn’t know. I knew I was sheltered, and that the world outside was much larger. But, that didn’t scare me. I longed for adventure, one experience at a time. These are the tales of me, my friends, and how we strove to each, alone and together, build our havens and make our little corner of the world a little brighter, as an example to all the rest.