Little Argent

Aren't little sisters always there to cheer on and stay in the shadow of their sisters? At least, that was what Eloise did best. Cheer. Get good grades. Always be in your sisters circle and never be anyone else except Allison's sister. But, she didn't complain. World was too big for her to conquer alone. She was not strong like her sister. She was fragile, she was innocent. She never loved, never got dirtied by the touch of gross mans. She never knew who to trust, or not trust. So she trusted them all. In the blackest black worlds, she was pink. And maybe that was why the only person who ever saw her as someone other than Allison's sister, called her Barbie. Not to make fun of her, of course. It was more like a statement, and even a compliment.

She was light brunette and blue eyed, and for personality, completely opposite of her sister. But they were really close. Because they changed schools so often, their only best friends were each other. The person Eloise loved the most was her sister.