welcome to my life, jesus.

Chloe murmured to herself, head down as usual. She wondered what her sister was doing. Couldn't help but wonder if she was going to have children. What would it be like to have a niece or a nephew? What would Charlote think of having a child in a world such as this? Would she consider bringing a life into this world to live like they had to live? Their childhood was a hard one. She had seen her sister recently. Her situation wasn't as dire as the rest of her family. She still kept in touch, and her husband was a nice enough man. She gave what she could to help when she could. Chloe just hated asking. If she had to she would though. She wasn't about to starve to death. She was too proud of a person to go in such a way.

She could have just mused this in her head, but unconsciously she muttered it out loud. She was probably drawing stares from the people she passed, and if she had been paying any attention, she would most likely have been embarrassed. Too bad that she was much to wrapped up in her head to care. She heard people pass by, seen their shoes as they walked into her line of sight, but paid them no heed. That is, until she heard laughter. This brought her head up. Laughter wasn't something she heard very often. She glanced around, her eyes squinting against the glare of the sun. She spotted the group. They were hard to miss. Four people, and one was being carried piggy-back. Her head tilted as she studied them. Strange to think that people could find a way to enjoy this life. She shook her head slightly and smiled a little at the thought. Chloe had a bad habit of standing around and over-thinking things in her head, with little thought to the fact that she might be in someone's way. This was made apparent by the fact that the one carrying the girl was not paying attention either. Her eyes widened when she realized that she was about to be walked right into, and she didn't think she would have time to get out of the way.