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She eagerly tugged down the hem of a purple t-shirt down to her waist; she paused to fix the V shaped neckline so that the white tank-top that she wore underneath it did not reveal the top of her bra, before she shoved her feet into short socks. Roxanne then thrust her newly covered feet into black boots and previously cool toes embraced the warmth that the pseudo-fur, that lined the inside of the boots, welcomed the chill body parts with.

Roxanne smiled to herself as she planted her hands to grip the wooden sides of her bed, one leg out and she turned her ankle adoringly. Normally, she wasn't the type of girl who obsessively shopped at 'till she dropped but she did like a good shopping trip with her mom, friends, or Zachariah every once in a while. Every article of clothing, jewelry, or shoes that she owned has always been worn more than once. Especially if it was a necessary and something that could be flexible, take the black boots for example. Black goes with every single color and would look good with any outfit she wore, therefore, it was a need and a must have in Roxanne's mind. She obviously was no fashionista and she knew that title belonged to Serena.

She let her leg down, walked two steps to her bureau and gently lifted the lid of a small wooden box. Immediately, the gentle lullaby turned the corners of the mouth up slightly as her emerald eyes landed on the petite yet dolled up couple holding each-other in a romantic embrace as they slowly spun in a small circle. Roxanne adored this jewelry box simply for the dancing couple, the paint that made the smiles on their faces and clothing were worn out a bit yet it did nothing to shadow the glow that they gave off. The musical jewelry box was given to her mother, Gloria, was a wedding gift by her grandparents. It was tradition in her father's family for the couple on the music box to be repainted to represent the groom and the bride, to show that the love that the two shared was as sweet and beautiful as a mother's lullaby. It was a gesture that touched Roxanne and she hoped that she would help continue the tradition.

She let her hands shift through the contents of the box until she decided on two small silver orbs. After she had put them on, Roxanne shifted through the box yet again for a necklace when a small oval locket. She cradled it in her palm for a moment to give her time to inspect it. The cover had a slim gold trim because yet another smaller black circle took up most of the space and in the middle was the pearl silhouette of a woman. She could not deny that the necklace was impressive especially with it the detail on the woman, her face sculpted out with her small treads of her hair chiseled perfectly.

With a shrug she closed the lid on the box, satisfied in her choice and growled under her breath when she came face to face with the inhumanly small clip that kept the locket hanging on the gold chain. A quick roll of her eyes, she fought with the small clip for a while before she succeeded. Roxanne had no problem putting the clip back together; she fixed it before she flipped her hair back over her shoulder. A quirk of her slim eyebrow and she turned towards her door-handle, the neck of the handle was covered with small scarves. Without another look, she quickly grabbed a black scarf that repeated the pattern of small white stars and braided tassels.

After she had tossed it around her neck, Roxanne looked to her mirror for consent. Her reddish-brown hair was naturally wavy tumbled over her shoulders, the purple top showed hung to her like a small child would to a teddy-bear, the white tank-top concealed her bra from the neckline, the dark jeans fit snug yet not too tight, the black boots were molded just for her feet, the silver orb studs winked in the sunlight, the long chain that held the locket was just long enough for it to hang off where her breasts end, and finally but not least the black scarf definitely finished the look...well at least to her it did.

With a satisfied nod, she walked out of her bedroom.


The delicious aroma that greeted Roxanne as soon as she had left her trailer was nothing she could describe. Mouth-watering simply wasn't a strong enough adjective for it.

With no objection, Roxanne obeyed her stomach and followed the heavenly scent when she entered a large tent. She suppressed a groan when the buffet table that held the delectable food was framed by two long lines of people. Something small and thin wrapped around her wrist and before she can protest she was pulled into the long path of people.

The corners of her lips twitched upwards into a smile when her eyes saw the perpetrator that had sneaked her a spot in line, green eyes met brown. "Good-morning Piper." She greeted, using her hands to communicate, "Thanks for saving me a spot in line."

Her friend smiled and signaled, "No biggie," She shrugged but then smirked mischievously, "Did a certain you-know-who make it out alive?"

Roxanne bit the inside of her cheek while she attempted to keep her burning blush from spreading over her face before she responded, "You know I hate that you know this stuff right?" When the grin widened Roxanne replied, "Yes he did, close call though." Her eyes lit up once they were close enough to the table, she enthusiastically grabbed two large white plates and handed one over to Piper. She allowed herself to observe Piper's appearance for the day while said girl examined the food suspiciously and curiously.

Piper, for as long as Roxanne had known her, had always been pale. Serena's attempts to make the teens' bleached skin tan were in pure vain and finally given up in a huff over her failure. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, the hair naturally curled and jiggled when she moved, her eyes were wide and a much darker shade of brown than her hair though they did change into a incandescent amber when her temper flared which could cause anyone to stare in amazement at how quickly they changed tones. Her face was an adorable heart shape that complimented her petite form, a body that seemed almost too delicate to anyone who had just met her but the large and integrated family knew all too well that looks were deceiving.

Turquoise sleeves hid her slender arms and ended at her palms to cloak her scrawny wrists from the disapproving looks of others. What covered the turquoise blouse was a small brown jacket that ended at her ribs and small sleeves that hugged her upper arms, a simple flannel design with bold lines of a dark shade of brown crossed with thin lines of a much lighter shade of brown. Faded jeans hugged her legs Roxanne noted and she came to the conclusion that Serena had pressured the timid girl into wearing skinny jeans but when she quickly glanced at her feet, the green eyed girl could not keep back a smirk. Piper was wearing her dearly beloved yet terribly ruined dark brown hiking boots that had was covered in duty dirt that clung onto the material, signs of paint was evident from the small droplets, and circular water stains that littered the boots. Roxanne shook her head albeit the smirk had stayed in place, that girl was never going to give up those boots. Piper loved them dearly and refused to let them go, not that they had a choice after all the teen had not needed another pair of shoes since she was ten.

After she was nudged in the ribs by said girl, whom snickered at her friends' sudden embarrassment at being caught staring, she realized that she had been keeping up the line and finally started to shovel whatever food was available in front of her before moving on to appease the morning-detesters behind Piper.

While Roxanne was all too happy to load the delicious food onto her plate, Piper was a much pickier eater and only ate what she liked. She rolled her emerald eyes when she had spotted Piper suspiciously poking at the sausage in one pan with a pair of tongs. She nudged Piper, once she had her attention, and she smiled teasingly, "I think it's safe to eat."

Piper scrunched her nose and dropped the tongs back into the pan, "Not when you become old and die from heart attack because of...of-THAT!" Her exclamation caused Roxanne to let out a laugh as they came to an end but she paused in mid-step when she saw just outside the tent, just a couple feet away from one of the tent's many openings, were none other than her father and Zachariah talking.

She could feel her body tense up unintentionally at the sight of the two together, her father had taken up his infamous stoic poker face while her lover's back was turned towards her, she could tell from the movements in his shoulders that Zachariah was nervously talking with his hands. She smiled a bit; Zachariah always did two things when he was nervous: one of them was whistling and another was talking with his hands. She could read ream him like a child could read a Doctor Seuss book.

Roxanne released a deep sigh, it would be impossible to tell what they were talking about even when she could easily sneak up on them; the boisterous noise of people laughing, silverware scraping against the smooth surface of a plate, and even the faint music that played in the background were catalysts against her.

With yet another nudge in the ribs from her friend, Roxanne finally looked away and started towards a table. It would have to wait, against her internal desires, she gently pulled on a light wooden chair and sat down. Roxanne was pulled from her thoughts once more just as her friend reached over and harshly squeezed the flesh on her arm between her fingernails. "Ouch! What!" She cried and slapped Piper's hand away before she rubbed the pink area.

"Stop day-dreaming! Eat before the flies decide to use your food as their own public bathroom." Piper made a face that made her look like she had snickered before she shoved a spoonful of scrambled eggs into her mouth.

"You. Are. Disgusting," Roxanne moved her hands with the appropriate movements, "Do you know that?"

Piper merely shrugged with a foolish grin on her face before she scooped up more scrambled eggs. Roxanne playfully rolled her eyes and nibbled on her toast.

Then it happened.

"Good-morning sleeping Amazon." It was in that moment Roxanne wondered how a self-absorbed and snobbish Prima Donna like Serena ever ended up in her family's circus. Serena was the exact picture of an heiress, a spoiled Daddy's little girl princess...but like the stereotypical story goes Serena's new step-mother thought it would be "nice" for Serena to learn responsibility-it was either that or she removed Serena from the picture to get closer to her new sugar daddy without Serena to hinder her success.

Serena had the long wavy golden hair that spilled over her shoulders. Her crystalline blue eyes could enchant any man easily and one glance could turn men into puddles onto the floor. Her figure was one that every woman would die for and every man would kill for, unfortunately Serena knew that fact and used that to her advantage.

"Good-morning Serena." Piper greeted the blonde as she placed her plate down on the table and joined the two.

"Good-morning Paris." Roxanne smirked when Serena glared in her direction before she relaxed. To any other person, you would've thought that the two were ready to pounce on each-other in a fight that would most likely result in blood being spilled but to them, it was their normal schedule like a person that needed that cup of coffee in the morning.

Serena chuckled, "Well I heard a little something about you today," Her smirk went unnoticed by Roxanne whom tried to ignore her by eating, "Or in my case, saw."

Roxanne tensed slightly and looked across the table from Serena, whose faced revealed a victorious smirk and held her head high with the back of her hand underneath her chin as she balanced all the weight by leaning her elbow on the table. From the corner of her eye, Roxanne could see that Piper looked concerned albeit clueless on what Serena said to her that caused her sudden reaction. Serena sometimes forgot that Piper couldn't understand them unless she used sign language but when she did, Piper became upset for not being able to understand what was happening.

She could see the confused emotion that the Prima Donna had on her face when Roxanne smiled though her eyes told a far opposite reaction. After she gently placed down her utensils, she inwardly smirked when her eye caught Serena's suddenly rigid form despite the smirk on her face and Roxanne held up her hands, "What did you see Serena? Tell us."

Piper snapped her head towards Serena, her brown eyes focused so intently on the blonde that she looked down momentarily from Piper's gaze before she responded, this time by using sign language too, "I saw your certain boy toy leave the trailer." Her voice threatened to get louder.

Her face suddenly crunched in pain as she squealed, "Ouch! Heeeyyy! That hurt!" She pouted and rubbed the pink skin on her upper arm as Piper looked at her disapprovingly.

She began to rapidly move her hands, "Don't air out anyone else's dirty laundry, I could only plead for you to keep your untouchables out of public sight. There are children here."

Roxanne roared with laughter and hit the table for good measure as Serena turned a bright red.


Well this is the end of the chapter, the third chapter will be in the perspective of one of the pack members next.

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