-------- Romantic music could be heard, as black cats skipped across the roads and young couples dancing to the melody. As the night passed by, a girl of the age of 13 walked the streets alone, her dressed ragged and full of patches. The girl had walked miles to see her parents, who had left for Paris for an important meeting. The girl dragged her tattered suitcase and walked to the front door, knocking gently until she could hear footsteps. "Who is it?" A gentle voice sang through the gap in the doorway, and the girl replied in a small, quiet voice, "Elizabeth... Elizabeth Marie." The gentle voice stopped humming, and there was silence between the two people who stood opposite of each other. "Madam! You're parents are-" She was immediately hushed, and strong hands ripped the door open, startling the girl. "Come in." The voice wasn't gentle, it was strict and demanding. "..." The girl walked into the room, making sure she made no noise as she tip tpoed to the huge living room her parents were sitting in. "He- hello..." Elizabeth looked down as her parents looked at her; no warmth or love in their eyes. "Elizabeth? What in the ruddy hell are you doing here?" "... You two invited me to Paris... To meet-" "Oh no no no no no!" Her mother had jumped up, her long elegant crimson dress following her as her red heels made clacking noises as she advanced toward her daughter, like a predator to a prey. "It was supposed to be next month!" "But last time you said-" "Last time. This is THIS time! Now shoo!" Her mom had pushed her daughter away, pushing her out until she collapsed onto the floor outside. "..." Her mom slammed the door shut, and Elizabeth sat there, looking down on the ground until she was sure she felt tears hit the ground. "... Hello?" Elizabeth looked up and saw a boy her age holding a hand out to her. His clothes were just as tattered and ragged, and his face wore a smile. Elizabeth wiped away her tears and took his hand, pulling herself up. "What's your name?" "Elizabeth.. Elizabeth Marie..." "That's a rather fancy name for a girl with tattered clothes..." "Well look at you!" The boy smiled more, until Elizabeth could turn that frown upside down. "What's your name anyways?" "I... I don't... I don't have one..." "Well that's no good... Where do you live?" "I... I have no home..." "..." Elizabeth smiled sadly at the boy, until she whispered quietly, "That makes two of us..." ------ :0