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[Saturday]

Merope Friday Neferat, the name Saturday read, the name that Saturday both loved and loathed. It was the name of the woman who brought her into this world, and the name of the woman who left her to waste away. The one thing she wished the most was that her mother was still there, maybe she wouldn't be so cold blooded, maybe she wouldn't be like she is now, maybe her father would have loved her? Maybe life would be fancy for her, maybe then she'd have someone to love, someone that fell in love with her. Shaking her head, making sure her long pink braid didn't slip from the hood she had it in, her bangs pulled back in a bump and she stood there, dressed in a long billowy black skirt, combat boots peaking out beneath it, and a delicate white top, her black bra clearly seen beneath it, for water was pouring from the sky.

Her eyes were covered by the hood she wore on her head, but slipping it down, she let her blue-green eyes show perfectly, her almost waist length braid dangling down soft, caressing down her back in a long tale. In her hands were white lilies, tied by a black ribbon. Letting her eyes run down the stone, a regular cheap headstone, her father to cheap to get a nice one for his own wife, what a bastard he was. Sighing, she leaned over and softly set the flowers down, and, not even caring for germs, she kissed right about the 'M' of her mothers first name, leaving a stain of red lipstick in her wake.

Stepping back, she whispered,"Rest in peace, mother." A lone tear escaping her eye. Wiping her face, she was immediately turning, and placing one of the most sinister grins on her face, she went and sat under a huge tree, one that was easily in site of her mothers grave, and letting her eyes take on a blank look, she let the slight touches of rain through the leaves wet her hair and drip on her cheeks, letting the rain cry for her. She continued to stare at her mothers grave, wishing to know what she was like and what had happened, what life would be like. Feeling her eyes flutter slightly, she leaned back into the tree, not even caring if she was soaking wet and being rained on, she felt herself lose consciousness

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[Cheryl Angel Norton]

Today was depressing, one of those days Cheryl hated. One of those days where she couldn't get her parents off her mind she hated rain it was like the world was crying. Cheryl didn't like the thought of her parents. Don't get her wrong, she loved them more then the world, but depressing things and her always happy and peppy personality. Then why oh why did her foot steps slowly take her too this place full of death and despair? Oh how Cheryl will never know what made her fall into these things that end up with her putting herself in harms way. But the rain trickled down the young girls face as she entered to the yard with grave stones lined up.

Her long blue hair was drenched as she walked up and strands of hair clung to her face as if it where fighting for it's life. Or maybe it just fit the aura of the place. She looked around, looking at each grave stone closely, just for a sign that maybe her parents where resting in peace here, even though she knew they wouldn’t be, she would never be able to see her parents lay in grace that was to much to ask for was it not? She let out a sigh that must escape her lips as she looked through them more and more, curiously wondering what she would do if she found them and why in the world it mattered. She felt the weakness of crying coming to her eyes, but she shook it away, no she wouldn’t, COULDN’T let this take her down. She was the leader of a rebellious army that would take the evil down, that she knew some of these people died for.
Cheryl’s eyes then rested on a tree and a strange figure under it. She couldn’t exactly make out what it was, but it was pink. She felt her curiously lead her footsteps to the figure as she neared it turned out to be a girl, older then her. A woman she supposed the right word would be, she crouched near her and wondered curiously why someone was sleeping under a tree, in a grave yard while it was pouring down rain. Not only that but she was in a white shirt with a black bra. She giggled and like the rude little girl she was poked the lady’s breast and smiled and exclaimed loudly into her ear “I like your bra!”