[centre][b]~Anton~[/b][/centre]

Anton had barely sat there for five minutes when she heard some crashing around her. Assuming it was just some squirrel, she didn't look up. When she heard a deep intake of breath though, she did, and she saw someone standing there. 

[b][i]"It's hard to lose a friend. I know the feeling all too well."[/i][/b]

Anton looked up at Fay, not with hate, but with a feeling Anton didn't know all too well. Abruptly stopping crying, she stood up so she was slightly taller than Fay and, ignoring her kind words, boldly said,

[colour=red]"Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. You really, [i]really[/i] should go before you get seriously hurt, you know. Look, there some glass there. Imagine what would happen if you [i]trip![/i] and painfully hurt your head,"[/colour] Anton's enthusiasm on the word painfully could not be good, [colour=red]"And a pretty 'ikkle girl like you might not want [/colour][colour=696969]to get their face mashed up..."[/colour] Anton's voice had turned into an excruciating whisper. [colour=696969]"Well,"[/colour] she spat, [colour=696969]"I know all about you, 'Nightshade'! Not so much of a mommy's girl now are you, when she's DEAD! Jess told me all the horrible things you say. [/colour][colour=696969]You miserable little being, go to hell!" [/colour]Anton's cringe-like whispers had turned into a shout, and her face looked like it was about to explode as she expressed her dislike for Fay.