Kiara lay her head on the table and let out a loud sigh. Her long black hair covering her face. Streaks of pale white skin show through the strands of hair. "Why is she making me go there, Brandon?" she mumbled into the wood.
     Brandon smiled and chuckled softly at her childish ways. "You know you have to go there every summer. What makes this one any different?" he responded in the lax way he always did. He reached his hand out and pushed her hair out of her face revealing her sad blue eyes to him. His tan skin seeming even darker against her pale, almost white, skin.
     "The difference is," she said lifting her haid so she could be at eye level with him, "you're going to be here this summer." She pushed her hair behined her ears and wiped her eyes as a tear began rolling down her cheek. "For once you don't have to go to school over the summer, and she won't even make an exception." She dropped her head again; it made a thump when it hit the table.
     "You're grandmother's house isn't that bad," Brandon soothed, "If I could go with you, I would." He smiled and kissed her forehead. She ducked away, her cheeks turning a pale pink color.