violet skys and alice eyes; OPEN !

[ALICE DESSDERRA RAINTREE]

ISN'T SOMETHING MISSING?
isn't someone missing me?

Two girls walked down the bright streets. The sun hot against the gravel as they walked down the sidewalk. The one girl, an older teenager, wore a classic look that fit well to her bodice. She had tumbling rich brown waves that framed her pale, petit face, and large brown eyes and thick eyelashes. She wore a tank the color of blood, that seemed to strike out her full lips, and darkened jeans covered her legs. She wore a pair of black flats on her feet. A large tote-like bag was slung over her shoulder. Hanging from a unbreakable hold on her hand was a little girl. This girl looked similler to the older teenager, she had the same wide eyes, but they where the color of the sea, and her hair curled the same way, but was a blonde color. She had on a cute little sundress with a color of pink. The two moved swiftly forward over the sidewalk, the little girl making slight 'squee' sounds as the sun reflected in to her eyes, causing the older teen to lean down and run her fingers through the small girls hair. She smiled and stood back up, nudging the little girl to move a bit more. "Lets go for some lunch at the Jamba Juice, sweetie." She murmered, and the little girl nodded quickly. "Yes pwease Ally!" The teenage girl smiled.

Alice Dessderra Raintree was the name of the teenager. And no, the little girl was not her daughter, it was her little sister. But in this smaller town, many of the people believed that the little girl was her own, and if that, she probably had her when she was like, fourteen, but it wasn't true. Alice just cared for her little sister than the father did, and her mother died soon after little Violet was born. Well, her mother died of suicide, that is, and her father was gone having sex with cheap whores or away on buisness. So really? It was just Alice and Violet in their large house, and the eighteen year old was left to watch the little girl herself, while juggling school and a non-existing love life. She was playing the job as the mother, father, and sister of a five year old girl. Her father had ruined her life, well, not her real father. Her real father was somewhere she didn't know, she lived with her aunt and uncle.But their idea was that Alice was Thomeses daughter, and she didn't really want to correct them. Thomes was more of a father than her own was, and that isn't saying much. Because well, Thomes is truly an ass, and Alison was the only reason he was truly nice to her, and now that she was gone, he didn't care an ounce about Alice nor Violet. Alice was their not real, but fake daughter, and Violet was the reason of Alison's death in his eyes. She shuddered.

Alice led the small girl in to the large cafe. Sliding over to a small, wooden table near the side, she reached for the nearby booster seat, and placed it on the wooden chair. Quickly lifting the small girl up, she stuck her down on the seat and moved to her own. "Watcha want Violet-bear?" Alice spoke. Her soft voice caring for the smaller girl, the small child's eyes brightened and she started to wiggle in her seat. "I want grilled cheese!" Violet cried, making Alice smile. "Okay bear, I'll go get it." She moved out of her chair, and looked at Violet, making a motion for her to stay, she moved towards the counter. It was pretty empty today, not many people, which was good. Alice hated the conversations she had with the others teens around school about Violet, they seemed to think that she was a whore because she always had the five-year-old clinging to her side, and since it looked somewhat like her, it must be her own. They didn't care how she insisted it was her sister, because they all knew that Thomes was never around, and that her mother died before they moved here. Died of cancer, as they thought. Alice twirled her wallet in her hand as she waited in the line, her loose waves fluttered at her sides. She glanced up at the women at the counter, her face going red. "One grilled cheese, a ham and lettuce sandwich, a coffee, and a milk please." She ordered quickly, glancing back at Violet. The women nodded and moved to get the food, leaving Alice to place the money on the counter. Alice moved over to the side of the counter and leaned against it, eyes on Violet, but mind wandering elsewhere.

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[Abigail Darla Owens]

^{should i give up
or should i just keep chasing pavements
even if it leads nowhere?}

It was the weekend and Abbie didn't have any plans in particular; no one to see, no places to be, no work to do (thank god - she'd been so stressed with school lately that she deserved a much needed break). Despite this, it was a gorgeous day - the sun was shining relentlessly and when she was honest with herself she knew it was kind of pathetic to stay in and spend her time on the computer, wasting her time chatting to people online, or perhaps occupying her day by reading one her borrowed copy of 'Wild Swans' (a novel recommended by her English teacher), maybe she might have even rewatched "The DaVinci Code" had she not willed herself to leave the comfort of her home and take the trip down to Pacific Avenue. Idly making her way down the luminous street in the black converse one of her friends had bought her for Christmas, Dodger trotted along next to her, excited to be out in the heat. Speaking of which, she could feel sweat beads beginning to make their way down her forehead due to her effort to keep up with the large dog.

Blue eyes setting sight on Jamba Juice, she thought she might give the both of them a rest and proceeded to tie the animal outside of the cafe due to previous experiences of being accused of not being able to read along with an indication to the "No Animals Allowed" sign that hung by the entrance much to Abbie's embarrassment. She felt just a little guilty for leaving the poor thing outside though she supposed he enjoyed basking in the sun when he could.

Entering, she approached the counter, looking over the menu that hung above it. Checking how much money she had on hand, she made a decision, "Can I please have... a, um, Stranana Explosion," as she said the name of the smoothie, she couldn't help but hesitate; why was it that they felt they had to be so creative whilst naming these fruity drinks? It made her feel so foolish to order, "and a blueberry muffin," she finished, sliding the exact change over the counter, noticing the girl nearby waiting for her order from the second lady with a little girl of about five or so, Abigail guessed.

Awkwardly waiting beside her, she started a conversation, "She's adorable," she said, looking down at the cute youngster who was eagerly awaiting her grilled cheese and milk. She wondered if it was her child (Abigail couldn't say she wasn't used to teenagers being pregnant around here) - although she supposed it was more likely she was a younger sister. Sometimes, Abbie wished she could have an adorable little brother or sister - kids were so cute despite most of her friends having claimed their own siblings are complete and utter 'brats'; Still, she was more than content with her older brother, Blake, who she was very close with. "What's your name?" she asked the young girl, genuinely curious, hoping the elder wouldn't mind their interaction.

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