When war comes to town.

The Beginning.

I wake to the sound of my Frères running up and down the hallway, banging on my door every time they pass as usual.

//Frères - Brothers.\\

I get up and walk over to my closest, attempting to find something special to wear for my Grand-mère's 70th birthday.

//Grand-mère - Grandmother.\\

As I slide the light, faded blue cotton dress on my Mère walks in.

//Mère - Mother.\\

"Anne, we are leaving in 10 minutes. Breakfast is on the table and I expect you to be ready on time for once." My Mère says.

"Okay I will be.." I reply back as I make my way downstairs to grab my breakfast.

"Oh great, bread and fruit for breakfast.. Again" I say as I look at my Père. He looks up from his newspaper. His black, slicked down hair and piercing green eyes stare into mine. If looks could kill.

//Père - Father.\\

He starts lecturing me on how we can't afford much, how we should be grateful, blah blah blah...

"I know I get it." I finally say and start walking towards the stairs, breakfast in hand.

Mère yells at everyone, stressing the time. I hurry up the stairs into my room, finishing my breakfast as fast as I can and deciding to put my hair up.

I stare into the mirror and see my bright blue eyes, long light brown hair and fair complexion. Everyone always says I look nothing like my famille.

//Famille - Family.\\

They all have green eyes, black hair and are all fairly short. Of course I'm the exact opposite. The odd one out.

After several attempts at doing my hair I sigh in defeat as the light brown strands of hair fall onto my face.

"Stupid hair.. can't you just cooperate for once?" I mumble to myself. As I just tie my hair back in a plait my mother yells at me from the kitchen.

"Anne Aurore Selle! "You are going to be late for your Grand-Mère's birthday!"

I take one last glance in the mirror. "It'll have to do I suppose..." I grab my bag and run towards the stairs.