~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Laying on top of the warm bricks of the baking roof, it's a tipical Californian day. A warm breeze felt on the skin of the two girls staring into the night sky. Nothing changes the stars. It's dead silence untill it's broken by the blonde girl, Amber. " My house is so cold." " My house is always heated." the brunette awnsers. Never has such simple sentences ment such broken stories. At that moment. It began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~