Destiny's just Here.

I growled with a frown. I ran a hand trough my shoulder lenght hair. The since I can barly stand to be in here more then a few more then a few hours the sun light had made my redish brown hair deep red. The light dusting of freckles darked my cheeks and nose and my blue eyes looked darker blue. With a slight smile I sigh and pull out a book from under my bed and open it. In side staring up brightly at her was a picture of two 8 year olds. The blonde haired boy and a brown haired girl there arms linked standing on a peir to the lake. With a smile she flipped to the next page. It was a picture they were about the same age but in the picture was a russet brown wolf and a pale girl with black curly hair. She laughed noticing the mud and dirt that was glued to the three's face. The picture on the next page was of the Redhead with bright hair and next to her was two girls that looked alot alike in the face but looked much different one with black choppy hair the other was fouced on somthing else and her brown hair seemed to flip and fly. Destiny's smile slipped from her face and was replaced with a soft grin. A hot tear tried to fall but Des wiped it away.



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Looking up from my book, I heard a noise pierce the cabin's silence. It was Destiny. Lately I've been feeling bad for her. She had nobody; everybody was dead for her. We weren't the best of friends, but she needed somebody to talk to. Might as well be me.

I stand up, and my loose Rubix Cube t-shirts falls to just above my knees. My neon yellow Converse stand out on the floor, and the laces were untied & loose. "Hey, what's wrong, Des?" I ask her concerned. I sit on her bunk next to her. My sky blue eyes watched her.

Destiny jumped alittle and looked at her brother for a moment, her bright eyes scanned over his expression for a moment and shook her head and gave a smile. She sat up and looked over her picture book again. "Just pouring salt in the wounds." She said with a light voice.

I looked up at him again, wondering if he was trying to be nice, it looked awkward for him. But I hadn't been my normal bucket of roses and bullets the past few months. I turned it so he could see. "My photo book... I've always been big on the photos and memorires... I guess somewhere back there I knew that's all I'd get when I got done here."