Hi guys! This is my second Fanfiction! Sorry that this actually isn't related to Warriors, but this isn't related to ANY story, I just wanna post it. So thank you for coming into this webpage to check my story out, I really think you'll like it! :) If my story DOES relate to any story you know then I'll do a disclaimer.

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Please review, I have many chapters ready to be posted as long as I have readers!

Ula stared at the rising sun, her sharp green eyes fixed on the gleaming rays that pierced the sea waves. Soon she would have to dart home or whatever thing she lived in-she wasn't sure if it was good enough to be called "home" –and pretend she was still asleep.

But Ula didn't want to go home; she loved sunrises and sunsets on the sea. When she watched it, she didn't care that she lived in an old shed instead of a house, or that her mom, Asha, hadn't been able to afford a real house. Or that her hair was stringy and matted when other kids at school could afford barber shops, or at least some shampoo. Ula had told her mom, they could wash in the sea, but her mom would always shake her head, and take them to a McDonalds to wash up. It hardly helped. Now, Ula just thought of the beautiful sunrise on water, it was just so peaceful.

Shaking her head, Ula leaped nimbly off the beach, and then shot home. Her mother wasn't home yet from her job at the restaurant, and Ula sat down by her little sister, Luana. She stirred, and then snuggled back into the torn old blanket. Ula sighed, it wasn't fair! Her mother should be able to take care of her children! Not let them live in old tool shed by the sea! It was the only thing I could afford. Her mother had informed them.

When her father was there, her mother worked at a high school, and they lived in a real house. But then, her father had sailed out to sea, and a huge storm had swept him and his little kayak away. After that her mother had been so scared and distracted she was fired. And they couldn't pay for the house anymore, so Asha brought them to an old tool shed by the sea. She never let them go near it though, in fear that her children would leave her like her husband would.

I wish dad was still here, Ula thought miserably, she was the only child that resembled her father. And that was something to be proud of. Luana looked way more like her mom; pale green eyes, light skin, blond hair, and the average height of her age. Ula was different, she had hair that was more golden, and her eyes were bright green, not as pale as her mom and sister, her skin was a bit tanner too, and she was taller than an average 12 year old.

Creak….bam! Ula jumped, as she mother entered the shed, wearily scanning the room, finally resting her eyes on Ula. "You should be sleeping Ula," she sighed, "you have school today". Ula defiantly glared into her mother's eyes, but said nothing. Asha collapsed into a stiff wooden chair, letting her head rest on her knees. Ula had never seen her mom look so defeated.

"Ugh!' Ula groaned, and her mom looked up wearily, her gray eyes dull.

"W-what?" she mumbled; her eyes on the ground, only half open.

"Why?" Ula muttered, "Do we have to live in this…this dump?"Asha stared at her, surprised, "We should be living in a real house!" Ula grumbled. Screech! Ula's mother from the seat, her face flushed deep red.

"I am trying Ula!" she protested, "I'm trying the best I can! What else do you want from me?! I'm working two jobs and struggling to keep you two in school! And you-" Asha took a long breath, icily glaring at her daughter.

"Wake Luana up," she huffed, "time for school," Ula turned away and gave Luana a rough nudge. She murmured something, then opened her eyes, and blinked up at Ula.

"Get up Lu," she ordered, Luana shook her head sleepily and struggled out of bed. Quickly pulling on a greasy shirt, Luana ran her hands through her blond hair. Ula tugged impatiently at what used to be her golden locks, which was now it was a dirty yellow clump. Then, grabbing her backpack and, without bothering to wait for her younger sister, she raced off, slamming the door behind her.