THE REASON, Chapter 1
"I'M LEAVING, VIOLET, AND THAT'S FINAL! YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO KEEP ME AND YOU KNOW IT!"
"FINE, SUNNY! BE THAT WAY! LIVE ON THE STREETS! SEE IF I CARE!"
"Sunny's leaving?" Klaus asked, walking up to us. I ran a hand though my black, red-streaked hair. "Yeah..." I said quietly.
"Why?" he asked.
"Since Olaf took our money, its been rough for you guys. You can't afford to take care of a 13-year-old girl. I'll stay with the Quagmires." I picked up my guitar case, nodded, and walked out, closing the door behind me. I headed for the appartment building's elevator.
"Holy cheese on Rye!" Duncan said, wrapping me in a towel. I was cold and wet from the journey to Quagmire mansion, for it was a long and rainey one. Especially on bicycle. "That's why you left?" he asked. I nodded.
"Well, I'll go make you some hot chocolate." He sat me on the couch. Isadora and Quigley sat on the other sides of me. Duncan walked into the kitchen. "You're always welcome here, Sunny." Quigley said. I thanked him. "Now...why don't you think Violet cares?"
"She just let me leave like that...and when she said 'FINE SUNNY! BE THAT WAY! LIVE ON THE STREETS! SEE IF I CARE!', I sensed pure hate in her voice."
"Thats not true, Sunny..." Isadora said. "Violet cares about you."
"No, she doesn't...and I feel like she never did."
