Prologue
It all started on a dark night, three girls stood in a circle. Sisters, triplets, loving girls. A bond so deep it was basiclly a blood pact. They were bruised; phyiscally, mentally, and emotionally. Their hearts took the most damage, that and thier pride. Surprisingly none of the cried, even though they ached too.
The beautiful red head spoke up, "I can't believe-" Her voice was soft and loving, but coud be strong and tough. The voice of a leader resided in her.
"I know," said the tough girl with hair as dark as night. Her voice was deeper then the other seven-year-olds. "What are we going-"
"To do?" asked the graceful blonde girl. Her voice the highest, usually filled with hope, empty. Emptty as her heart felt. Empty like a broken heart beyond repair. She spoke the forbidden words that they couldn't face, not yet or ever. "We have to split up."
"What no!" the other two said in unison, yet they knew she was right.
"He'll never find us that way." The blonde reasoned. This was unusual for she was the one who hated bad news. And yet she was delivering it.
"She's right." The red head was solemn. "we'll know when we need each other. One last time, for him. I am beauty."
The blonde, "I am grace."
The brunette, "and I will punch you in the face."
The three girls hugged. A hug that shined in their heart forever; a last hug. Gracefully as a bird they flew away in three different directions, sobbing.
There were no more tears, for the blonde. No, she had stopped crying long ago. She lay on the ground motionless as people moved about. Nobody saw her for she was small and they were busy. She lay replaying the night in her head. A little boy ran up to her.
"Girl, why are you crying?" He asked softly; his big brown eyes filled with wonder.
"I'm lost." She sniffled not lying. She had no idea where on earth she was.
"You're in Tulsa, uh, what's your name?"
"Bubbles." She stood up.
"I'm Sodapop. You have a funny name to you can join me and my brother's funny name club."
She blinked. "Okay."
"Sodapop!" A lady with two boys (one younger then Soda and one older) at her heels ran up. "There you are." She noticed the blue-eyed girl in pig-tails. "Soda who's your friend?"
"Her name's is Bubbles mommy." The blonde boy answered.
"Bubbles honey," she leaned down to her height, "where's your parents?"
"Gone." She answered without a care, yet it pained to say.
"Gone where?" The lady, Soda's mother asked.
"I don't know."
"Come with me." She held her hand to the girl and after Soda nodded she accepted.
She never had a mother before.
