seventeen
I follow Malia down the stairs, which happens to be considerably longer than my usual stairs. The house it's self must be at least four stories high, not the kind of big you would get lost in but big enough to be a lot bigger then my own house.
Malia throws her long dark hair over her shoulder, and I can't help but feel envious of the colour. I've always wanted dark hair because I think it makes someone look more mysterious, but instead I got a boring light brown colour.
Another reason to hate Charity I guess. She has shiny dark hair that I can only dream about, which just adds jealousy to my hatred. Great.
We enter what I presume is the living room. I'm surprised there are no adults - I haven't met Malia's parents, who happen to own this house - but just Aubree, Sydney, Trys
