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its an elf -.-

your mom's brother's online lover's mom's grandpa's hairdresser's preacher is having fun

Moms

Claire's eyes lingered on Trista. 'Why do I get a feeling that's a lie?' "Well...then. How do you expect us to be protected? We would have to run surveillance all night and morning."
Catrina sighed, running her fingers through her wet hair as it had begun to rain. "We wouldn't be able to handle that Claire. None of us would..."
"Then what do you want to do brainchild?" Claire snapped, running out of options.
"We leave town. We run as far away from here as we can." She turned her head to the sky. "We pack our things now, while it's still raining. And we leave tonight."
"And go where?!" Claire shouted. "Run away to another town like all the others?! When are you going to realize that running just isn't-"
"Claire..." Catrina began, putting her hand on her sister's shoulder. "It'll be okay. Don't worry." She turned to Trista and Crystal. "You choose the town. Just so long as it's as far away from Oklahoma as possible."

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Twenty thousand mornings like this,
The sun rises to kiss,
This beautiful little second,
My love to you beckons.

Shana gazed out of the window.
"Don't ignore me little girl. You know what's coming."
Shana didn't turn her head. Her lips never quavered; her stern eyes never faltered. She'd been withstanding his test for years. Why was today any different?
"Only six months left, little girl. You and I both know it."
She did know it. She'd been warned countless times before. She'd known for six years now that this day would come. But it was too soon. She was too young. She wasn't ready to lay down her life to save her sister from the imminent fire.
"Tell her, little girl. Tell her the truth."
"I've seen what will happen," she whispered to the man in the black robe behind her. The one that no one else could see. "Don't take me for a fool."
"Who said I did?"
Shana clenched her fists.

Laurel set the plate on the floor next to Shana. Her eyes never left the steaming chicken and fresh green beans. She remembered when she first started her job at the pawn shop. She remembered when her best friend (besides Shana of course) told her she should be a chef one day.
"You cook better than anyone I know, Laurel. You should be a chef one day," she'd said.
"I have to look out for Shana," Laurel'd answered.
And that was the end of it. The answer to everything seemed to be 'I have to look out for Shana'. But did she really have to look after Shana?
Laurel shuttered and dismissed the thought from her mind, setting her back against the cool refrigerator and sliding down to the floor next to her sister. "I hope you like chicken," she whispered, frowning at the floor in front of her.
Shana stared at her food. 'Sister...I'm sorry I'm such a burden. You don't have to look out for me...' She turned to face her sister. "I do," she answered, trying to ignore the leprechaun that smiled back at her from a picture on the refrigerator. But when she blinked, it dissipated into a simple picture of Shana and Laurel on the beach.

Those blue eyes that looked so bright,
Those eyes that were my only light,
I love you, little sister.

'Nothing, really...' Shana sighed to herself, glancing solemnly toward the patterned floor. "I don't know," she whispered through her hazy thoughts. Because, if she took the initiative to struggle through the wall that shut her off from the world, she didn't want to offend her sister.
Laurel smiled at the simple fact her sister had said something to her. Becuase, to her, that action spoke louder than any words could. It was almost as if she was saying "thank you". "You're welcome," Laurel whispered and started to make dinner.

"Oh...we might-" Catrina started.
"Do you even have a place?" Claire asked bluntly, getting straight to the elephant in the room. "I mean...we are all homeless fugitives now, aren't we?"
'Oh Claire...' Catrina sighed in her mind, waiting for Trista's answer, because, despite what she would've said, she wanted to know her answer.

dude w/ messed up glasses

salsa dancing

ur brother's face is having fun

Claire laughed awkwardly. "It does if you're as messed up as we are..." She thought about saying something else, but instead she simply turned around and continued down the abandoned road. 'We're fugitives now...We have no home now...But does anything really seem much different?'

Laurel sat with her sister on the cold floor for a moment before she abruptly stood, heading to the stove. She didn't know what to make for dinner, in fact, she usually brought Chinese take-out, but she ran her hand along the sleek edge of the stove and glared at the switches and buttons on the side just to do something. She couldn't stand the silence. It seemed like, at any given moment, the room could explode from the simple amount of sheer nothing-ness. "Shana," she whispered real low, almost as if she was only talking to herself. 'I want you to lead a good life. I want you to be happy, even if that means I'm not.' "What do you want for dinner?"

Angel thinks it should. It would b funny.

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figures

jaywalking

ur mom is having fun -.-

'Make it stop, sister...' Shana prayed to the blank ceiling. 'I can't take it. I can't make it...' "Sister..." she begged, just in time for the sound of a door opening to sound.
"Shana?" Laurel asked, dropping her purse onto a nearby table. "Are you here?"
'Sister...' Shana opened her mouth but couldn't say anything but mumble a few words that sounded like 'help me'.
"Shana?" Laurel asked again, peering around the corner into the kitchen. There she found Shana, slumped against the refrigerator. "Are you alright?" she asked calmly, not really panicking but kneeling next to her sister and taking her hand in her own.
'Sister...' Why couldn't she say that word? It was only two syallables, only six letters. How come she couldn't tell her sister that she loved her? How come she couldn't awknowledge her existence? She groaned and leaned into her sister's shoulder.
Laurel sat next to her sister on the cold vynil floor. "Shana...you know I love you, don't you?" She felt weird saying those words, but she wanted to hear her sister say it. She wanted to hear a 'thank you' come from her sister's lips.
'I'm sorry I can't tell you...' Shana whimpered as Laurel pulled her closer and gently stroked her black hair.

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Catrina nodded to answer Trista's question. "The more sane one of our duo."
Claire smirked and glared at Catrina. "I think you've got that mixed up."

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