There really wasn't much she could say after all this mess had already taken place. A whirlwind of trouble had come to town. As she stood as still as a tree in the ground, a wave of horror crept down Alice’s spine. If only she had known then, it had only just begun… Alice was always full of life as a child, she'd run along the Edgebrook proudest assets the sunset beach. Long blonde hair flowing freely in the wind like a kite without a string. Sea blue eyes full of hope and a sense of freedom of which only a child can possess. She was always a tall child with rosy red cheeks and a smile as wide as the Nile. But as Alice grew older she had changed the challenges life had thrown at her had worn at her soul and stealing the genuine heartfelt …show more content…
Alice during tough times would often go to Amy for support which was Amy's strong suit. With short brown hair and a never-ending sense of stability and strength to Alice, she was the living embodiment of everything that she wished she was. Kind but fierce and strong but supportive. She was a short weak looking girl however almost everybody knew that she was not a person you would want to fight …show more content…
The house seemed huge to Alice at just the young age of 5. With beautiful blossoming blue roses growing all year round from countless and almost never-ending rose bushes. Nothing made Alice happier than to sit in her garden on her old creaky but the perfectly placed swing set overlooking the exhilarating view of her mothers well-groomed garden of which she took as much pride in as her appearance. It was a strange day, after all, the news of the move was rather spontaneous and that was the last thing her father was. A square predictable man who didn’t have a single adventurous bone in his body. Which often crossed her mind in passing as she seemed to not have much in common with him. Indeed she was everything he was not. But she brushed it off to the idea that maybe she was more her mum than