06-06-2006, 03:58 PM
Kella and Amani Kyaren each pulled back their hair into scruffy and sleek ponytails as they sat to the induvidual tasks of work.
They were twins, would have been triplets, and they looked as unalike each other as a pea to an orange.
Amani had bright, silvery blue eyes, with straight red hair reaching past her shoudler blades to the curve of her back. Her skin was was pale, a perfect complexion from head to toe. She was tall, rather slim, a super-model starved figure.
Her music was pop, her job was fashion sales. She was living the American Dream.
Kella HATED her sister.
Kella herself was somewhat pudgy, second place to her all talented sister.
She had dark brown hair in an untidy just-above-shoulder length bob, almost black, with silvery green eyes that were the only things she found attractive on her body.
In truth, she was attractive, but compared to her sister, Kella felt like a gorgon. This is what led her to cutting, Kella knew scars were ugly, but blood was beautiful.
However, Kella was talented in other ways to her sister...
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."