Rukiea looked at Junie. "No, i don't know that feeling.. Everything I ever recieved from those I loved ended up being burned in the fire along with them. My mother didn't own inexpensive jewlery so she put it in storage. Before the fire, she pawned everything and had all the money. My father didn't want me as a kid anyways. He wanted to have a son so he could teach him all sorts of things, so he never paid much attention to me. My only friend, Jake, was killed by his drunk father and I never recieved anything from him." She sat up and looked at Junie. "There's a small peek into my story... And if you want to know more, just ask. I'm fine with sharing my story. But I have to deliver something to Jake's brothers... He gave it to me the day before he was killed. I never opened it.." She took out a small envelope and showed it to Junie. "i want to know what it says, but it's folded to weird that I can't open it..." She took out the letter and showed Junie. It looked like a crumpled piece of paper, but if you looked closely, you could see many tiny folds and many places where the folds were placed inside another fold. She stuck it back in.

Rukiea looked at Junie in suprise. "You really want to hear it? Um.. Okay." She sat up and leaned back on her hands. "Well, I'm 15 at the moment and about 10 years ago myfamily began to fall apart. My father was loosing his job and my mother was going into prostitution to make some quick money to provide for us. My father was a drunk after he got fired, using my mother's money to buy himself some booze and other crap that he smoked and drank on a daily basis. Well, my older brother was in the army at the time and he was helping me go through a small private school my parents enrolled me in. He was 18..." She looked down.

"Well, one night, my father was really drunk and he began to fight with my mother over who should be able to keep the bulk of the money she earned every year...Of course, my brother was caught in the middle because he didn't like either of my parents, but he loved me. So he was also trying to keep the money. He did end up being able tokeep the bulk. THat set my father off. He attacked my brother when he was putting me to sleep. I was half-awake and could see my dad attacking. My brother, since he was trained, was able to overpower my dad, but my dad shot him in the chest several times and ended up killing him." Tears escaped Rukiea's eyes and dripping onto her pants. "M-My father went for my mother next. S-She shot him with her own gun and she ran away. I called my neighbor and she took me in..."

Rukiea wiped her eyes and sniffled. "About two weeks later, the police were notified of what happen and my mother wanted to keep custody of me. However, since she shot my dad and my dad shot  my brother, my family was considered "unfit for a child" and they ,let me stay with my grandma and grandpa. Well, my mother was angry. When I was with my friend, she went into my grandparents house and set fire to it while they were taking naps." She shook a little and placed her head in her hands. "T-They died from smoke i-inhalation. My mother was soon killed in a fire in the same house my dad shot my brother in and she shot my father in. A man my mom was supposed to meet was angry that she was late. She was 25 and he set the house on fire after he shot her in the head. He was caught and I was sent here since I have no relatives that are willing to take me in."

junie stared at rukiea "wow, thats horrible. it is some what like my story too." she explained."i am 15 also right now. about ten years ago my aunt was killed in a gang shooting. she was very close with my family and the only living relative left. my father started drinking and smoking after her death. he loved my aunt very much. every night for a year my father would go out and get drunk. he would come home with a few drunk friends too, but he was the drunkest out of all of them. every night. I took care of my little brother and my mother took care of me. i was only two years older than finn, my brother. we were best friends. the only friends eachother had. i loved my mother and i tried to believe that she loved me back but after my aunt was killed she stopped caring too. so i had to take care of my brother and myself every single day. every night when i was in bed i could hear my mother screaming in pain because my father was beating her and yelling at her. i cried for her sake

 "every morning when my mom came out of her room she either had a black eye or she had new bruises on her arms. i was scared that soon my father would come after me or finn. it never did happen though. every night before my dad came home i would read a little bit of this book to finn. he loved it as did i. but one night when my father came home he was smoking ike he did during the day. when he saw my mother he set down the cigar he had and started beating her again. i could hear my mom screaming again and finn heard it too. he was scared too. i had told him to go to bed and he did. i went to bed too. but i woke up to the smell of smoke. i ran downstairs and the whole kitchen was in flames. i ran up tairs and tried to get my mother out of her bedroom but her door was locked. i ran to my brothers room and her was lying on the floor crying. he had been crying out f fear that our dad was coming for hm. i had to carry him out of the house. he loved my mother dearly and he was trying to get away from me trying to save her. but of course i wouldn't let him go be cause the fire was heading up stairs. but he did get away from ame and he imeadiatley ran into the house. the ceiling buried him. the flames my father had started killed his child but i knew he wouldn't care a bit." she said a tear running down a freckled cheek. 

 "" the fire department arrived to late. the house was gone and three scorched bodies were buried in ash. i was crying because i had watched my brother die. i wish i would have gone in his place." junie told her. " the police arrived not to short after the fre men did. they started questioning me. they asked if i had burned down the house. i of course dinied it but they had suspicions since i was the only one that had escaped. soon after i was accused of commiting the murder of ron, maria and finn o'lear. i ofcourse had no living relatives and no one wanted to take me in so i was ent to this hellplace at the age of 6. i've hated my father ever since. he was nothing to me before he died too ofcourse." junie said wiping away the tear. "and thats my story." she said nodding.

((sorry its short..i wasnt sure what to do.)

Dakota, slowly got up from his cot, his bones cracked and echoed as he slowly got up. He stretched and sighed. He walked over into the hallway bored. He ran his fingers through his shaggy light auburn hair. Then turned his head to the room across the hall, were the girls slept. He gave a slight smile, curious he slowly walked in the room. Looked down from his tall stature he saw two girls. He sensed the pain in them and realized it wasn’t a good time “uh…um sorry. Ill ..uh go” he smooth deep voice echoed against the bare room. He tried to move but couldn’t still. He felt so embarr*censored*ed.

((where are rukiea and june....))

((oh! this is to Rukiea and Junie))

Dakota, slowly got up from his cot, his bones cracked and echoed as he slowly got up. He stretched and sighed. He walked over into the hallway bored. He ran his fingers through his shaggy light auburn hair. Then turned his head to the room across the hall to a small window facing the front yard he saw two girls sitting outside. He gave a slight smile, curious he slowly walked down the hallway and out the door. He took one step out, shivering from the brisk air . Looked down from his tall stature he saw two girls. He sensed the pain in them and realized it wasn’t a good time “uh…um sorry. Ill ..uh go” he smooth deep voice seemed small and silent in the out doors were it was once booming in the bare orphanage. He tried to move but couldn’t still a chill ran up his spine, swallowing back bile as he felt nauseous . He felt so embarr*censored*ed.