She was getting a sister, one her age, even! Fiona had been pleased when her father had told her aabout it. A new friend, with who she could gang up against Rian. Two people could win fights again one older brother much easier then one, that was a fact. And besides, maybe she would finally be able to move out of her little chamber into the big room, with her new sister. Yes, Fiona was sure, she would like having a sister.
Maybe that was why she was so dissapointed now. Sitting in the treehouse with Porridge and Shadow, she peeped down in the house. The girl was sitting in her luggage, cluchting to a doll of all things. A doll. A little doll with a little dress and "cute" little braids.
She had to take a closer look at this. She quickly climbed dow the tree, her hair getting caught in an overhanging branch. She tugged a bid, and ripped her dress in the effort. When she finally reached the ground she looked like a scarecrow, but didnīt even notice. Instead, she just casually strolled over to the house. She entered, ignored Rianīs horrified glance at her looks and stepped in front of the new girl.
"Hi," she said "Iīm Fiona, who are you?"
[ March 27, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]
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