Phoenix

Chapter 1

6 years later, 

Seattle, Washington

Kris twirled her straw in her frappe, mixing the whipped cream further, as its cream color darkened where the coffee touched it. It was a gloomy day, but then again, you didn't get sunny days very often on the West Coast. Everyone thought, hey, sunshine, and Beverly Hills bitches when they thought of the West Coast, but unless you were near the Mexican border where San Diego and LA were, it sure as hell wasn't sunny. She watched the cream take on dark mocha swirls, when a voice suddenly said,

"Kris!" She looked up, a bit startled,

"Yeah?" Her best friend Phyre was staring at her annoyed, her green eyes' flashing, while her other best friend Anouk, was looking at her with concern. Phyre must of been saying something, and she always got annoyed when people didn't listen to her, she was a bit of an attention seeker. Anouk's mocha eyes' crinkled with worry,

"Hey you okay?" Kris shrugged off her concern, and sipped her frappe,

"Just peachy." Phyre rolled her eyes' and asked,

"Are you PMSing or something, because you've been a bit bitchy lately." Kris gave her a withering look, of course, if she wasn't paying attention to Phyre then she was labeled a bitch, typical. She fought the rising anger in her that felt like fire racing through her veins, worry immediately hit her, shit! She tried her breathing exercises, breathe in, out, in, out. Calmness flowed through her, forcing down the anger.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired. Amy's been hounding me all week about cutting class." Phyre smirked, as she pushed a lock of her fire colored hair behind her ear,

"You're screwed, we're cutting right now? Anu what period is it?" Anouk took her phone out, then gave them a bit of a worried smile, this was only her second time skipping class, she was about as of a good girl as they came,

"Fourth." Kris mock groaned, as she unsuccessfully hid a smile,

"Amy is going to kill me." They all burst out laughing. Amy was her foster mom, along with her husband Mike, their son Michael who was 18, adopted son Dorian who was 17, Kris who was 16, her biological 13 year old sister, Jael, and then fostered biological siblings, 9 year old Sierra, and 6 year old Ian. Amy was a bit of a mother hen, but she was really sweet, and she was really petite at 5'1, so the thought of her killing Kris was hilarious.

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Currently it was 6, and they were in the 8th dress shop of the day, and this one they had been in for an hour, trying on dresses, or more Phyre was. The Black and White Valentine Ball was in 2 weeks, and Phyre still hadn't found a dress. Anouk and Kris exchanged a weary look, as Phyre came out in yet another dress. She came out in a mini ball gown, that went to her mid thighs. It was a one shoulder white dress, with a black satin ribbon that went around the waist, with black lace flower pattern forming a strap that went over her right shoulder, her right breast, under her ribbon, and formed a sort of black lace shawl that fell over her thigh length skirt. It brought out the green of her eyes. Her brownish red locks fell to one side, as her cheeks pinkened, she looked stunning.

While Phyre was a vibrant red-haired shapely beauty, with a lively personality, Anouk was the quieter good girl of the three, she was half Mongolian, half North Indian with thick black curls that looked as if she had curled them with an iron, and warm brown eyes, while Kris had mid length chocolate curls, ocean blue eyes, a body most girls would kill to have, was extremely sarcastic, and seemed to be apathetic but she knew how to have fun, making her the player of the three.