A/N: Hi all. This is a new story I have been working on and going, "Hmm, should I continue or not?" So I decided to post it on here. Listening to the song 'It's a Fine Life' over and over again makes for some really interesting ideas. So I wrote this. It will probably be about 5 chapters. Maybe 6. So yeah...But this is an introduction to the story. It focuses more or less on Nancy and Bet and their way of life and feelings and thoughts. So yeah, please let me know what you think and if you have any ideas let me know. Kassie xx
It was a fine cloudless day, a rarity in London as Nancy and Bet wandered through the busy streets of London.
With big smiles on their faces and baskets full of food they were happy. At 18 and 19 years of age respectively they were leading a somewhat fine life.
Who cared if they had to whore themselves out for money? Or that they had to steal? It didn't bother them, it was a way of life.
Whisking through the busy markets happily Nancy soon felt herself on the ground.
"What the 'ell?" She exclaimed as she looked up.
A girl, who looked to be the same age as herself sneered down at her. The girl curled her lip up and walked past her, skirts swishing and heels clicking.
Bet helped Nancy up and dusted herself off.
"Straightlaces." Nancy grumbled.
Bet shook her head. "No respect what so ever." Bet scoffed.
They continued walking down the street and stopped at a market to get some food, and maybe some goods.
Feeling a tug on her skirt Nancy looked down and saw a young girl, about 7 years in age staring up at her.
The girl had shiny golden curls that framed her face and a pink and white silk dress. A rich kid.
She looked down at the girl. "What's the matter?" She asked.
The girl just blinked at her. "Why is your dress falling apart?" She asked in a posh and snobby voice.
Nancy rolled her eyes. "'Cos it is." She said sarcastically.
Nancy then saw a pair of hands grab the child. "Annabelle get away from them, they are dirty, you know not to talk to strangers."
The little girl buried herself in the womans skirts and Nancy and Bet looked the woman over. She was about 37 with blonde hair and a posh air around her.
She sneered at the two teenagers. "Disgraceful." She muttered pointing at the two girls.
"How anyone could do that and call themselves a woman is beyond me." She tuttered as she walked away.
Nancy and Bet rolled their eyes. Who needed stuck up people anyway?
So I know it's not much at the moment but as I said this is an introduction and with positive feedback I may be able to get the enthusiasm to continue writing it :) Anyway thanks for reading!
