Kitten rolled up the cuffs of her sleeves. "Could it be any hotter in here?", she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
Twigs laughed through clenched teeth,"You're cheerful in the morning aren't cha, Kit?"
Kitten picked up a small wicker basket and wacks Twigs on the head with it.
"Hey!"
Kitten looks in the mirror as she once again fixes her frazzeled honey blonde hair.
Twigs rolls her eyes. She picks up the basket and sets it back down on the nightstand.

"Your hair is fine, Kit." Kitten adjusts the bobby pins holding her hair in a tight bun once more. Twigs obviously knew nothing about the hardships of old age. Kitten stood 5'2'' and was nothing more then a mere 115 lbs. She was 17 and most girls her age were married. No, Twigs did not understand at all.

br>"You're younger then me Twigs. You needn't do so much to your hair.", Kitten tucked her white blouse into her baby blue skirt.
Twigs eyed Kitten. Kitten always seemed to not care what she said. It was plain to see she never thought before she said anything.
"You are jealous because I am taller then you and I am only 15!" Kitten scoffed,"Think what ya want! I still says shorter is better!"

Twigs shrugged off Kittens words. Twigs was the innocent type. Her real name was Daisy Hart. She was the only one out of her group of friends who lived with a member of her family. She was dubbed the nickname "Twigs" because she was 5'7 and only weighed 122 lbs. She was nothing more then skin and bones. She looked like a walking stick. She had straight brown hair with just a hint of red here and there. Her hair was worn in one long braid. She was not yet old enough to wear it up. She looked almost like a glass doll sometimes. Just the way her grey eyes always looked full of wonder. Like she always had a question to ask. She even had a trail of freckles that went straight across her nose.

She was 15 and very much gullable. If a guy had interest in her or wanted to court her she would never tell. Most of the time she was working down the street from her tiny apartmen. She did laundry 8 or more hours a day. It did not pay much, just 5 cents a day. To her, it was all she needed. As long as she had enough to get by she was fine.

Twigs buttoned up her dusty gray blouse before tucking it into her black skirt.
"Kitten, can I ask ya somthin'?", Twigs paused before going on. She sat down on top the night stand looking Kitten straight in the eyes."Do you think I wil ever find Love?"
Kitten smiled sweetly. She did not know what kind of question that was supposed to be really but she did know Twigs dreams of getting married one day. She leaned next to Twigs and hugged her tightly.
"You will Twigs, you will. You believe in love. To find it all you need do is believe."
Suddenly the door to Twigs' room was thrown open as 3 young girls made their way inside.

"Ya late again, Slip! That ain't nottin' new for you t'hough. You'se always late.", Twigs said sardonicly.
Slip was the bad girl out of the bunch. She managed to always get herself into trouble. Slip and Twigs shared one thing, a mutual hatered for one another.
Slip may have been only 5'4 but she was rowdy as ever. Time and time again Kitten had to pull her off Twigs. Slip had dark blue eyes that barely shown any site of emotion. The day her parents died she did not even cry. She was older then Twigs but just a year. She was 16 and would have been happy to not live to see her next birthday.

Slip pushed back a thin strand of dirty blonde hair that managed to escape her bun.
"Twigs, we gotta hour before we hafta leave. So put a lid on it!"
Ditz and Flakey exchanged looks as they sat down on the corner of Kitten's bed.
They were the hyper ones of them all. Most seemed to think that Flakey's flamming red hair shoulda been blonde. She was also 16 and usually hung around Ditz more then anyone else. She was the shortest one of them all. She hoped she would someday grow to be taller then five foot...the sad fact was that she was basicly done growing. She never felt out of place. Kitten always made her feel good about who she was and that she should never care what others think of her. Their opinon does not matter as long as she loves herself!