Tears rolled down Amy's face as the rain poured down from the heavens above as she knelled on the gravel path, her light blue jeans ripping and her knees oozing blood. She fell forward onto her hands and knees her cries echoing through the silent town. They were gone. They up and left. Just as they'd said. Without a single trace, her family had abandoned her.
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Sam strolled peacefully through the silent roads. Then she suddenly heard a sound. Immediately her senses were brought to life, as she listened for the source of the sound. She heard it again, to her left, a human cry. Sam pushed her hands into her pockets, her black fingerless gloves covering her pale hands, she walked down the street of the sound, then she turned around a sharp corner to a dead end road. At the very end of this road was a girl, about her age, if not maybe a year younger. The girl was crying, and blood seemed to ooze from her hands and knees as they dug into the gravel path outside of a large mansion-like house.
Sam slowly walked toward the girl, her face softening and she softly knelled down beside the girl; slowly placing her left hand on the girls right shoulder. Sam's bright red contact lenses shone, even through the darkness of the storm clouds and the rain. Who was this girl she had found, why was she crying, and could Sam help her; she hoped so.
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Amy felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder, she stopped crying and looked around to see who it was. Was it her brother? Come to tell her this was all some kind of sick joke dad had pulled? No. She turned around, her dark red hair drenched, covering her right eye. Her dull blue eyes looked at a girl, a year older than her it seemed. She scrunched up her face and started crying again, but this time she didn't collapse upon the gravel, she sat back and knelt down as she did when she first discovered that her family had abandoned her.
She finally stopped crying, and she wiped her tear-stained eyes with her jacket sleeve. She turned around to her right and found that that the girl was still beside her, kneeling down, in the same position she had been in before. The girl before her had short messy hair that was dark brown. Her eyes were bright read and she was wearing an electric blue shirt, that had been dulled and soaked by the rain, her jeans were black, but barely affected their look, she also wore a dark black leather jacket. Suddenly the girl stood up and smiled down at Amy, she reached a hand down, offering to help her up. Amy found her smile encouraging and smiled back slightly, she took her and and got up; gritting her teeth straight away, as the pain in her hands and knees that had dug so far into the gravel had started to sting.
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The two stared at each other calmly. Both seemed to be comfortable in each others company. Sam was the first to speak, her voice was confident and gentle at the same time. " Hi there, my name is Samantha, but you can call me Sam" She said, extending her hand once more, but for a handshake instead. Amy was slightly shy and slowly held out her hand shaking Sam's. "My name is Amethyst, but you can call me Amy" ; she replied with a slight stammer.