AN: sooo, here's the Sarah one. I decided I'd post it so you guys can sorta get the feel of how this will go idk.. Let me know if you liked it or not!
Sarah.
Sarah Manning is light, she is warmth and sunshine. Her eyes are fireworks, her laugh a booming explosion of sounds all mixed together ( sorrow and happiness bleeding into cries of joy and anguish). She spreads her light across the earth, and she is not selfish.
She's quite a careless creature, Rachel has noticed, leaving pieces of herself in everyone she meets, in every memory made, every laughter shared ( the good times she leaves behind with a cocky grin, while the bad ones leave her knuckles scratched raw and her tongue metallic, but still with a grin plastered on dry lips ).
She may not be the smartest of them all, but she is quick on her feet and her fists are always ready, aching to rip and tear apart flesh from bone. She doesn't use pompous words to make herself understood, doesn't care for impressing anyone ( how ironic, Rachel thinks, seeing how she's the one who always leaves the biggest impression on people).
She's lost in the science of it all, but she knows the words 'family' and 'protect' like the back of her palm, recites them in her sleep like a prayer. A walking paradox, Sarah is both the rebellious daughter and the soft-eyed mother.
But Sarah Manning is fire and electricity, she burns the earth she walks upon like a brilliant sun, turns Rachel's wings into ashes ( that's what she gets for getting so close to the scorching sun that is Sarah Manning). She loves fiercely and protects her family with sharp fangs and mighty roars.
She knows nothing of control, doesn't care for it. The only laws she follows are the ones she makes up for herself. No man can step in her way and come out unscathed. The magnitude with which she burns is immeasurable.
But if there is one thing that can stop Sarah Manning, if there is any kryptonite that can stunt even the glorious sun, it's found in soft sandy ringlets and dimpled smiles. It's tiny fingers curled around crayons, scribbling messily on paper, it's squealing and belly laughter, paddling barefoot down hallways and mispronounced words. For a tiny girl, the smallest in her class, but wise beyond her seven years of life, even the radiant sun stops in its tracks ( and little Kira, Rachel muses, is every bit the spitfire her mother is, she is the daughter of the Sol and her light will blind many).
Sarah Manning is caring and loyal, and but she is raw and unpredictable, and yet she has a home ( not a cage, not four glass walls suffocating her like she's an animal at the zoo, an attraction for the ugly men and women dressed in lab coats and armed with sharp needles and frightening words ).
Out of all the clones, she hates Sarah Manning the most.