Alice Carter sat at the table with her whole family in a peace that had its own way of changing when no one was looking. She picked up a well-cooked bacon butty that her dad had made for her this morning, like a routine of doing so for his girls, who sat in brushed up and kind smile reached their faces. The only person with the frown of dispreading was their mum who folded her arms like a patron of a prison guard, spectrally eyeing Alice as she eaten her food quietly.
Alice was petite with strong figure and her dark brown hair glowed like in the dark, a perturbed of a smile that you had expected to see on a model. Her other two sisters, Amelia and Ashley, who’d sat in the same position everyday, giggled with a brevity in such moments when