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Chapter 2- Lucy

"The world is not going to end," Lucy assured her younger sister Holly. They were sitting on the living room floor of their new house and watching the news on the TV which they had just plugged in. None of their couches or tables had been moved in yet, so they had to make due with just the plush rug that covered the shiny, glazed hardwood that made up the living room floor. Lucy personally didn't like the extravagant feel of their new house, which was probably even bigger than their old house. And that was saying a lot, as their old house had been equal in size to the fanciest of mansions.

"Yes it is!" Holly whined as her long midnight black curls bounced around her small face. "Look at all of those people dying! If they keep on dying there will be no one left!"

Lucy sighed as her little sister began to cry. She should have never turned on the news. She should have put on a movie about princesses or something, but Lucy was so tired of always being clueless of the current happenings of the world around her. She silently chastised herself for thinking that Holly was ready to see all of the violence that they showed in the media. Holly was only eight and had never been exposed to things like that before, and "things like that" were better introduced in small doses.

"Listen, Holly," she said as gently as possible. "The things that they show on the news are always bad. There are lots of good things out there, too. People just like to see bad things more than they like to see good things."

This just made Holly cry harder.

"Hey, um, they're not all bad though!" Lucy said a little too cheerfully, trying to cover up her dumb mistake. "Let's see..."

Holly's tears turned to sniffles as Lucy began to flip through the channels one by one. She stopped once she found a channel that was showing Holly's favorite show Moonlight Princess. Lucy knew her job was done once Holly's big blue eyes focused all of their attention on the overkill happiness that was her show. Deciding that Holly would be fine on her own watching the show, she got up and went to go wander around their giant new house.

Just because Lucy did not like the overdone look of the house didn't mean that she wasn't impressed by it. Everything about it was actually very impressive, from its high ceilings to its ornate hand-carved designs in the wooden arches that framed the entryways to almost every room. Every little thing in this house was very articulate, and grand and so overdone that the only word to describe it was impressive.

It was so impressive that Lucy wanted to burn it.

She was slowly starting to hate her parents for being so rich. She knew that hating someone for how much money they had was completely inappropriate -as told to her by her parents- but she couldn't help it. She just wanted to live in a small cabin in the middle of the woods where her family could just live in peace and not be so obsessed with their social status all the time. Lucy knew that she should be grateful, and she was, but sometime she just wished for something more. Or in this case, less.

She was tired of all the kids whose parents were always there for them and how they constantly whined that they "wish they were her, complete with a giant mansion and everything!" Lucy didn't choose to be born wealthy. No one seemed to get that.

As she walked through the long, empty halls of the building that was now her "home," a feeling of sadness mixed in with anger came over her. Why was she still here? What had she done to deserve a life of what could almost be considered royalty? Why were people being killed and left to die on the streets while she walked around in a new house that was purchased only to show off? Maybe her little sister had been right. Maybe the world really was ending.

But how could the world be ending when the sky was so bright and blue, and that sky was only a window away from her? The funny thing was that the little window between her and the sky could be as big as the universe and it wouldn't make the slightest difference. She was stuck, and yet she wasn't.