Red Eyes and Butterflies

Prolouge

A young girl stood on the rough concrete steps that were in front of her front porch. The house that loomed behind her was a light, unnatractive sky blue. The shutters on the large windows were a stormy, depressing grey. It was a two-story building, with a boring flat roof.
The teenager was wearing a deep purple dress. It was the color of artaficially flavored grapejuice. It had short sleaves that puffed out to be cloud-like. It had a milky-white laced belt that wrapped around her waist in a loose manner. The buckle was a polished, shiny silver.
Her dark, wavy, and black hair fell and swooped over her dress elegantly. Her naturally tanned olive skin complimented her dress very niclely. She was the perfect image of a perfect girl, considering you don't look at the battered and wron sneakers she was wearing.
She took a deep breath, her deep hazel eyes scanning her surroundings. Her small hands gripped the hems of her dress, wrinkling the seams. A hand touched her shoulder as lightly as a bird entering it's egg-filled nest.
She turned around, her mouth widening in a smile. Her freckles always became more visable when she smiled. She was smiling at her older sister, a nervous blush warming her cheeks. The shadows that the sunset cast on her defined her high cheekbones, and the outline of her jaw. She always denied her beauty, no matter what anyone said.
The girl took her sisters hand, and they walked side-by-side to the small car that was parked in front of the house.
This young girl was me before I lost my sister and my leg.