High heels were heard on the building floor.
Looking up there were long legs, wrapped in tight black skinny jeans, a flat stomach with slight sixpack and two devinitly not small boos covered by a black top with a red dragon on it, tattooed arms, and if you looked up just a little higher, you saw a slightly pale face, blood red full lips, grey eyes, and flaming red hair.
Her name, Ella.
She was known in her hometown as a party girl who you did not want to mess with.
If you messed with her on a bad day, she would beat you're ass in to the hospital.
But then again, that was just the way she was taught by her three brothers, if any one looks at you wrongly, beat they're ass.
Unfortunately right now, she wasn't at her home right now, she was at her sisters home, in Germany. And it was nothing like Texas. It was raining, constantly, and the small town she was in, seemed to exist mostly out of old people. She had never understood why her sister moved here out of all the places. She knew there were places in Germany were there was much more fun going on.
Every year she had to come to this crappy place for three weeks. Her brothers insisted on her keeping contact with Gaby.
So here she was walking, once again, threw the long narrow hallways of her sisters mansion.
She stopped infront of a door, took a deep breath, put on a fake smile, and opened the door.
"Gaby!" she said sounded exited. Her sister came running up to her "Ella how good to see you".
Ella felt her sisters arms around her and hugged back quickly, she had learned that fighting only maked the hug last longer so she had just given up on that.
Then she heard someone clear his voice, there was another person here?
She looked past her sister and say four boys around here age sitting there,
Well what do you know, she thought, she has guests who aren't ancient