Hey guys! It's been a long time since I've written. I most likely will not return to my other stories as I have no clue where I was going with them. This fic is an idea that came to me while listening to the song The Wicked Sister by Méav Ní Mhaolchatha. Here's to a new beginning!

The characters:

Ciara (key-rah) meaning "dark"

Aoife (ee-fa) meaning "beautiful, radiant"

Saoirse (seersha) meaning "freedom"

Donagh (dun-ah) meaning "brown headed warrior"

Finbar (pronounced as written) meaning"fair-haired"

*Now let the story begin!*

You know, I never expected my life to end like this. I had always planned on finishing college and getting a good job. I wanted to get married, have children and grow old with my husband. I guess I will never know what I could have been. All because of something as childish as jealousy. Why...

flashback*

"Saoirse! It's time to get up! You'll be late for work!"

The constant pounding on my bedroom door wakes me to the shouting of my mother. Groaning in frustration, I reluctantly look at my clock and realise that I have only thirty minutes to get dressed and get to work.

Today just really isn't going to be good. I can feel it in the air. I am almost certain that my older sister Ciara is waiting at the door waiting to berate me for my tardiness. Looking at us, you would swear that we were not related. Where she is tall, I am short. Where her hair is dark brown and straight, mine is curly and pure white.

Being an albino, many people are frightened of my features. To them I am an unnatural freak of nature.

Sighing, I resign myself to the task of changing into my gray and black McDonald's uniform. Another day of bossy customers, half assed co-workers, and more boring lectures at the local university. My only saving grace, spring break.

Today's the last day I have to work or go to class for a week. For the first time since dad's death, we're going on a vacation. A nice, week long Caribbean cruise. Let's hope I don't turn out looking like one of those lobsters sold in the dining hall.

Looking in my mirror, I growled at the tangled mess that was my hair.

'Forget it, I will brush it in the car.' I thought as I grabbed the needed items to put my hair into a braid. Sometimes I am tempted to just chop it all off, it is after all, below my butt...

"Shoot!!! I'm late!" I exclaimed, hearing the car pull out of the drive. In my musings I did not pay attention to time and now I had ten minutes to get to work.

Going down to the garage, I saw that Ciara had taken the car, probably to see her boyfriend, and left the old, battered jeep for my use.

"God, please let ol' blue work today." I begged, hoping beyond all hope that I would not break down on the way to work. The old klunker had been in and out of the shop for a while now.

Climbing in, I gently tried to wake the slumbering hunk of metal with some difficulty. After a few minutes the engine sputtered defiantly to life and I pulled out of the garage while calling the store office.

I never thought, that it would be my last time. Had I known, perhaps things would have been different...