Annabella runs a placid hand through her tousled dark coloured locks, she then turns to Homura, a deep frown graced her weary features,
" Homura your clothes are becoming dirty, you don't wanna look like me. A tramp.. A homeless tramp.."
A bitter smile sketches onto her thin lips, she looks down observing her own dirtied hands. Her locks slid down her hunched shoulders, concealing the side of her face,
" Hmmm, I don't see why not... It'll probably help me.."
She takes a deep breath before telling her miserable story,
" I have been here for only two weeks since my parents went to some fancy business thing in France leaving me in the care of my Grandparents. I tried to get a job, keep my mind busy and help them with their lack of money, but my attitude continuously got me fired.... So.. One day... I was fired from being a Florist's assistant... And w-was... On my way back h-home... When I-I g-got t-there.. T-they t-they..."
she trails off, hesitant to tell him. She was slightly shaking, she was trying to be strong.