A gorgeous Blonde rushes through a dark somber forest. Her eyes glow a electric blue. She comes to a halt. She starts to creep. Her stepping is precise. Her blistered lips peel back to reveal sharp set of glimmering teeth. She crouches and soon pounces on the unsuspecting deer. In a frenzy, the prey is torn to pieces. She feels wandering eyes upon her feast and she runs off. She runs for miles at the speed of light. Until she comes to a abrupt halt in front of a house. It's a quaint cottage. It is like the three fairies' cottage out of sleeping beauty. And the petite blonde is like Aurora. She sees her family joking around and she smiles slightly.

There is Willa and Edmund Truscott. Their "biological children" were George, Elizabeth, Demetria and Lillian. And the other "children" were Rosaline Dawn, Peter Smith, and James Lovant.

Willa is a tall brunette beauty with dark hazelnut eyes. She has pale skin and bright red lips. Her hair is cut short. She is the definition of a modern fashionista with the looks to take her places.

Her Husband, Edmund, is tall and tan. His hair is a medium length for males. He has a black suit on. His eyes glow like dark charcoals.

George looks like his father in some aspects. He is taller and more muscular. He has perfected his smile. He is the definition of sexuality.

Rosaline has bright red hair. Her eyes glitter like two green gems. Her lips are pink and she is pale. She could be an irish warrior princess and has the ferocity to match.

Elizabeth has dark blonde hair with brown chunky highlights. She has the familiar pale skin. Her lips are also pink. But her eyes are a grey with blue. She also seems to have a distant look on her face. She is very tall and slender.

Peter is tall and somewhat muscular. His eyes are more blue then grey but are still very grey. His hair is a dark brown. He is somewhat unshaven. And he is always chatting.

Then there are Demetria and James. Demetria has similar features as Edmund. She is very tan and her lips are pink also. Her eyes are a golden black. She is of average height. And is always smiling but tends to be silent until she feels compelled.

James is extremely pale. His hair is an expresso brown. He is a little over average in height. He is very intellectual. And he is quiet and introspective.

Lillian is the only blonde in the group. She is tiny and is thought of as the baby. She is outspoken and a rule breaker. She is the only one with pure blue eyes. And she acts like a brat sometimes. She plays one of the youngest. Although she has lived much longer then most of the others.

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"Lillian!" Willa called from the doorway.

"Yes, Willa?" the blonde questions unconcernedly.

"Mother. To keep up appearances." Willa says sternly.

Lilly knows it was because Willa enjoys playing "house".

"Whatever you say...wi-mother." Lillian responds on her way to her room.

She enters the small excuse of a room. She tosses her ipod (A/N: yes she has an ipod) to the stereo and pressed play.

"They say that kitty's got- "

The techno alternative band started and Lillian starts dancing to the synthetic bass beats. She starts to relax into the music and sits down. She sings the lyrics to Kiss My Sass.

When she hears a quick knock on the door and George enters in the door.

"Hey, Lilly! Whats wrong?"

"Nothing Geo."

"Okay.... So are you excited for school?"

"High school? learning something I have known for years?.. ehhh. It will be a breeze. What grade again?"

"You will be in 10th grade."

"A sophomore?" he nods.

"ugh. seriously? that seriously sucks." she starts to complain.

"Well that is okay. Tomorrow you start." George ends her ranting.

Lillian nods in submission and listens to music the entire night.

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