Not Exactly A Warm Welcome ~ OPEN

Auriclua carefully walked towards the home she had known for ages, as leaves crunched loudly under her feet. Her hazel eyes scanned her surroundings uneasily. She felt like someone was watching her. She turned her head warily from side to side, flopping her firey red hair to and fro. She didn't see anyone. But it was just too quiet. Auricula shook her head in confusion and then resumed her journey to the brick house, the old one with half-ripped-to-pieces siding, the one that was discolored, that needed a new paint job, that no one would ever be proud to live in. To Auricula, it was just a roof over their heads. A mere place to sleep at night, though everyone slept on the floor with only threadbare blankets with which to keep warm. Many times Auricula had woke up to a vast sickness in her family. She would take care of them graciously, going hungry so that she could buy medicine to them. They caught every sickness that spread because they didn't eat right, and they certainly didn't sleep right. They could hardly find any food, and Auricula only brought back good food when she stole from the rich people and the Peacekeepers. She didn't tell them that she was a theif, though. Her mother would have her hide. Besides, why tell them if they didn't ask? She was feeding them, and they were surviving, that was all that mattered. Suddenly Auricula heard a twig snap. This time she was positive that someone was following her. "Who's there," she said in a squeaky voice. What if....Auricula left that thought dangling in the air.