Oswald, Sarah and Millie lay on the ground, playing Clue. Oswald mentioned that he played it with his parents sometimes, so Sarah and Millie thought it would be a good thing to do to pass the time. After half an hour of playing, Sarah won. Millie stood up, brushing off her black cardigan.

"Alright, Oswald. We'll be making your dinner, so…" Millie paused and waved her hands slightly. "Just do whatever."

Oswald stood up, wanting to ask a question. He had a feeling that they would say 'no', but it was no harm trying.

"Hey," He said, scratching the back of his head. "Can I… go to the shops and get myself something to eat?"

Sarah shook her head and folded her arms. "Sorry, Oswald. But your dad told me that you have to stay in the house under all circumstances. So, you can't go to the shops. Besides, you're too young."

Oswald placed his hands in his pockets. "I'm ten years old. I'm able to stay in the library near the town centre for a few hours. On my own."

"Yeah, but your dad probably drops you off."

Oswald sighed and walked to the stairs. "I'm going upstairs to my room. Call me when my dinner's ready." He promptly walked up the stairs before Sarah could answer. She heard the door slam shortly after. She sighed. Something told her this was going to be a little tricky. Sarah turned to Millie who was already going to the kitchen. She quickly followed her.

Sarah had started to cook some sausages. Her mom had taught her how to cook a few months ago before she took up babysitting to raise money.

She turned to Millie. She was sitting down at the table, reading some book. Terrifying Tales, it was called. Sarah looked at her. It looked like she was wearing powder on her face. Her nails were painted black and she wore a dark cardigan and dark jeans. Sarah thought that she looked beautiful.

If only she could look at least a little like that. Just, without the paleness and the dark jewellery.

"So…" Sarah paused, thinking about what would be a good thing to start small talk. She thought to a bit. What was it she asked Abby a month ago?

"What would you do if you had a million dollars?"

Millie looked up. "What did you say?"

"I said, 'what would you do if you had a million dollars?'"

Millie seemed to consider the question. As she thought, she stood up and began to help making the sausages. Eventually, after a solid two minutes of sound of roasting sausages, Millie answered.

"I'd probably get some more books and some more jewellery." She stared at Sarah. "And you?"

Sarah scratched the back of her head. "Well, I'd probably get my hair coloured blonde, a realistic blonde too. I'd also get a skin treatment to make my skin more colourful and less drained. But above all else, I'd get a nose job."

Millie blinked in surprise. "Why?"

"Because I want to be beautiful."

Millie rolled her eyes. "Well, it's a lot of money. And pain."

Sarah shook her head. "It'd be worth it. I mean, my nose is huge." She pointed to her nose.

"Yeah it's slightly large," Millie said. "But it's pretty normal as noses go. Besides, trying to look beautiful is a waste of time."

Sarah titled her head in confusion. How could being beautiful be a waste?

"How?" Sarah really wanted an answer, though she didn't know if it would make sense.

Millie took the sausages off the pan and placed them on the plate, never taking her gaze off Sarah. "Trying to be beautiful is a waste of time because society flip-flops on what is or isn't beautiful. One day, you could be considered beautiful, the next you're just trash. And even if someone thinks you're coo-" For a second, Millie stopped and looked a little uncomfortable. "I-I mean, beautiful, they'll eventually throw you to the side when they see someone more beautiful. Besides, all those 'fashionistas' are all the same. Empty-headed, boring and annoying." Millie finished her pseudo-rant by pointing a steely glare at Sarah. "I focus on the important things in my miserable life."

Sarah was at a loss for words. Thanks to her whole speech and her general appearance, it wasn't hard to tell Millie was a goth. At Sarah's school, goths were normally the kids picked on, the kids ignored, the kids the Beautifuls gossiped about. Sarah wondered if Millie had similar experiences.

"I'll take these upstairs," Sarah said, taking the plate. She walked out of the room. Millie sat back down and continued reading. She sighed. Just another miserable day in her life. To be fair, nothing much really entertained her.

A few minutes later, Sarah came back downstairs. However, her face was white as the kitchen walls. She still held the plate of sausages.

Millie looked up from her book. "What, did you see a ghost?"

"Where's Oswald?"

It had started to rain.

Oswald clenched his teeth. He should have known it would rain. The grey clouds had been a dead giveaway. However, he wasn't going back now. He had come to far to go back home. He was really thirsty for an orange soda, but they didn't have any at home. Still, he wished he'd brought a jacket. He was getting soaked.

Would Sarah and Millie notice he was gone? Nah, he thought. They're probably still making dinner.

Oswald was certain this wouldn't take long. He'd just dash into the store, grab a soda, dash back and be back in his room like nothing happened.

Unfortunately, the rain got heavier and heavier. Oswald figured he needed to find a hiding place until the rain eased off. He thought about it for a while and something caught his eye. Jeff's Pizza. He went there sometimes with his dad. Even though it was run-down and, to be honest, Jeff looked like a man who didn't get any sleep in days, the pizzas were good there. Now that he thought about, Jeff's Pizza had orange soda too. So, he quickly ran in.

The bell rang and Jeff walked out. He looked about the same, tired eyes, ragged beard, messy hair, stains on his clothes, everything.

"What'll it be, kid?" Jeff mumbled. He looked at Oswald, a little confused. "Where's your dad?"

Oswald quickly thought up of a lie. "Um… my dad just dropped me off outside." He didn't think the lie would work. After all, Jeff heard no car outside. Plus, Oswald was soaking wet.

Thankfully, Jeff actually believed it. "'Kay, what'll it be?"

"An orange soda."

Jeff jotted it down on a piece of paper. "Sure thing, kid." He walked over to a door. He turned to Oswald. "Just… give me a minute, 'kay?"

Oswald nodded, though he didn't understand what Jeff was doing. He sat down and turned his head to the side. There were a few unplugged dusty arcade machines. The paint on them was faded, so he couldn't tell what they were for. The strangest thing was that they weren't there the day before. He just decided to ignore them and read his manga he had left in his jacket.

He heard some grumbling from the room Jeff was in. He could hear Jeff mumble, "Son of a…" before continuing. Oswald's curiosity was piqued. What was Jeff working on? Some kind of extension plan? One of those arcade machines? Something else entirely? He stood up and walk slowly to the door. Without thinking, he touched the door handle and began to open it…