"Ready?" Angelica glanced away from the window where she had been staring out at the town that remimded her of a horror film setting, to the kind-spoken women who had been an almost constant presence in her life since the fire. Putting on a smile she didn't feel, Angelica reached down to the one thing she had left, a small black messenger bag full of clothes and belongings, and turned to reply. "Ready as i'll ever be, Stell."
At the age of 16 with black hair, pale skin and eyes that ranged from vibrant green to a dull grey-blue depending on her moods, Angelica Rose Thorn was a pretty but average girl. After being the only survivor of the "tragic" and "unexpected" house fire that claimed the lives of Rosabelle and Alexander Thorn along with there beloved son Christian, police are still yet to identify wether the causes were an accident or homicide. For three whole months, Angelica has spent her time alternating between home after home with the foster care department until they finaly discovered an aunt ahe didnt even know existed.
So here of today, Stella -being the one assigned to Angelica from the start-, is sitting in the drivers seat with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes, because it is finally the end to Angelica having to be tortured with watching family after family be happy, but never actually be a part of one herself since her own parents and brother died.
Sighing from the loss Angelica opened her door to get out, and walked over to the otherside of the car where Stell was already waiting. "I am going to miss you angel, lets hope this is the last stop." Stell says pulling her into a tight embrace. Caught off gaurd at the hug and use of a nickname that she hadnt heard since her mum died, Angelica shrugged back painful memories, and returned Stellas embrace.
Walking up the little weed covered walkway, that leads to the white and brown dirt-smeared house, Angel tried to remember something, anything about the aunty she was about to meet and live with. But just like all the other times she tried, the search of her memory was futile. Dodging the cracks in the path where it's made the cement form mountain like ridges, Angelica sighed again. I seem to be doing that alot lately. But no matter how hard she tried Angelica couldn't stop and it just seemed like her moods were getting darker. Just like the sky. Angel thought glancing up. speaking of which... "C'mon Angelica, better hurry before it starts raining." Glancing back to Stell, she recieves a small smile and encouraging nod before jumping the last few steps to land on the small rundown porch, in front of the door. Shivering a bit at the eeriness of the little yard and house, Angel reaches up to the doorbell to press it. After waiting a minute Angelica looks over to Stell. "it musn't be repaired yet. Try the knocker love," looking back to the door, Angel studies the dark brown wood for a second then reaches for the little chipped, brass knocker that reminds her of a lion.
Well there is the first chapter and prologue done. i hope you enjoy :) comment what you think because i dont know wether it is something people would want to continue reading. Also sorry for the short chapters.
