Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 28, 2007 0:34:28 GMT -5
"It's too damned cold."
"Watch your damned language, Fi."
"Shut the Hell up, No."
The normal parents walked by, ignoring the problems as they always do. Ignoring the two obviously alone children who looked way too young to be alone. People seemed to do that, ignoring the things that need help the most. Whether it's a homeless person begging or a woman falling and dropping all of her mail. No one offers a dime. No one picks up the paper. This was the case with the little girl with blonde hair and her brother. Both were just children roaming the street in the middle of the day, alone and more independent than most grown-ups. Fiona Stone and Noah had given themselves st-heir own new last names to replace the ones lost. Noah hadn't yet decided on his, but Fiona was just as solid as her name. She sat cross legged on the grass while her brother sat on the bench right next to her.
"It's not too cold,' Noah or 'No' insisted.
"It's snowing," said Fiona, gripping a handful of snow and standing. Most her age would've thrown it at her brother playfully. They would've had a snowball fight and then left to go home to their dead mother and father, drinking warm tea to brighten their spirits and their bodies.
But Fiona simply let it dribble through her fingers. She hated the snow with a passion, it broke down rocks and covered the grasses. She sat on the bench with Noah and he took her place sitting on the snowy grass. It was only an inch thick, but Noah always loved any sign of water. It was one of his little playthings.
"I like the snow," Noah said, picking up a scoop of snow and, after checking to see if anyone else saw, shaped it into a perfect ball by just thinking about it.
"Duh," Fiona muttered, looking around for any familiar faces. As usual, she saw none.
"Watch your damned language, Fi."
"Shut the Hell up, No."
The normal parents walked by, ignoring the problems as they always do. Ignoring the two obviously alone children who looked way too young to be alone. People seemed to do that, ignoring the things that need help the most. Whether it's a homeless person begging or a woman falling and dropping all of her mail. No one offers a dime. No one picks up the paper. This was the case with the little girl with blonde hair and her brother. Both were just children roaming the street in the middle of the day, alone and more independent than most grown-ups. Fiona Stone and Noah had given themselves st-heir own new last names to replace the ones lost. Noah hadn't yet decided on his, but Fiona was just as solid as her name. She sat cross legged on the grass while her brother sat on the bench right next to her.
"It's not too cold,' Noah or 'No' insisted.
"It's snowing," said Fiona, gripping a handful of snow and standing. Most her age would've thrown it at her brother playfully. They would've had a snowball fight and then left to go home to their dead mother and father, drinking warm tea to brighten their spirits and their bodies.
But Fiona simply let it dribble through her fingers. She hated the snow with a passion, it broke down rocks and covered the grasses. She sat on the bench with Noah and he took her place sitting on the snowy grass. It was only an inch thick, but Noah always loved any sign of water. It was one of his little playthings.
"I like the snow," Noah said, picking up a scoop of snow and, after checking to see if anyone else saw, shaped it into a perfect ball by just thinking about it.
"Duh," Fiona muttered, looking around for any familiar faces. As usual, she saw none.