"Clarissa! Looking good!"
There they were again. Clarissa had by now learned long ago it was best to ignore her pig of a neighbor Dave and his distasteful friends he invited to gawk at her. She was really wondering lately if they did this to impress her...
She looked longingly at her best friends house across the street. Or it had been her friends' house until she had packed up and moved to sunny Florida, 3000 miles away from just as sunny California. Currently, there was a new family that had moved in. Clarissa knew there was a teen there but all she had seen was the back of a very dark headed guy not a face.
All this sixteen year old wanted was a friend. It got lonely in a big mansion all alone especially the summer your only friend leaves you; she was used to her parents not being there, this is what happens when your mom is a lawyer and your dad a doctor.
As she made her way to the door of the three story prison she called home, her mothers' prize red roses caught her sights. She loved roses. They made her petite self look like a flower girl. Carefully pulling a few off, she sat herself down on the first step and began the careful process of twining the pink roses in her blonde hair. It wasn't usually this blonde but the summer sun had made it this way.
"Roses are more fun to share." she thought, sadly. She pricked her finger on a thorn she'd missed taking off. Normally, she never cried over this, but the pain of loneliness defeated her. Big salty tears dripped down slowly.
