Whistling and Picnics (Open)

Abigail Summers, 7 years old.
I couldn't take it anymore. Or should I say, I couldn't take them anymore. Them being my parents. All they talk about is how fun it is to watch people die and how fun it is to cut people's tongues off! Oh and how fun it is to stuff their faces and even mine with makeup and tattoos! I felt myself running, down to the City Circle with Tally, my stuffed panda bear in my hands. Once I arrived, I sat in the grass near a tree and grabbed a strand of my blue hair. Oh, how much I wish it could be blonde again. I looked down at my outfit, sparkling like jewels. I couldn't remember the last time my parents let me wear jeans, or t-shirts, or anything normal. I started to wipe the makeup off my face, as I felt my stomach start grumbling. I hadn't eaten for so long. I had been too busy stearing clear of my parents. Suddenly, I looked up only to find a few yards away, a teenage girl, sitting on a blanket, a picnic basket set in front of her. I decided to give it a try. I stepped up from the cozy spot against the tree, and gently and in sink, moved my feet towards her, Tally hugged tight against my chest. Before I was any closer, she turned around, her bright eyes staring into mine. After a few seconds, I asked, "Can I join you?"

Abby
I sat down next to the girl, a little nervous as she handed me a washcloth. Then, when she handed me a sandwich, I felt relieved. For a few seconds, there was silence, and then the girl stuck out her hand and said "My name's Kylene. You can call me Ky." My shyness was taking over and I didn't know how to react. So, I stuck out my hand and our fingers embraced each other. "I'm Abby," I replied. I looked up at her, and returned the bright smile. For once in a long time, I felt like I had a real friend. Someone that I could trust.

Abby
The man's eyes were desperate. Abby didn't know what to say. She didn't know if he was only lying or if he was really who he seemed. "Well, um...we were actually, truthfully talking about a lot of things." Abby knew this was nowhere near a good enough answer.

"Okay," he replied "I think P.B. and J. is a delicious sandwich and much better than that fancy stuff they serve at those feast." SAvius said as he was confused by the sudden turn in conversation to something he considered petty and unimportant.