[center][h3][b][i][color=f7976a][center]Annabelle Lafeyette[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[i]Annabelle's parent's house[/i][/center] [hr][hr]

	June and Mallory were both at work. So when Annie opened the door and entered the house, she was alone save for her dog, Doug, a little grey schnauzer that barked and hopped excitedly at her feet as she pushed past him into the room. [color=f7976a]"Hey, Dougy. Heylo! Yes, it's me, heylo![/color]" She set down her backpack and kneeled down, scratching him and overall just enjoying the presence of an excited dog. 

	Along the way she had collected the mail, and standing up, set the bundle of envelops on a nearby desk. The house was clean, tidy, and nicely decorated. Still-life paintings of various landscapes hung on the walls, depicting beautiful mountains, old mountain towns, and autumn forests. Annie was home earlier than normal today, not going to college until after lunch time. So she had a few hours to kill, and she was all caught up on her studies. Spending time at her parents house was always relaxing, even when she was by herself. Turning on the TV to some morning television, Annie found herself flipping idly through the incoming mail. Invoices, bills, ads, some random stuff for June's work, and...a letter. For her? It had her name on it. Stamped, sealed and everything. 

	[color=f7976a]"That's weird,"[/color] Annie narrated aloud. [color=f7976a]"Look at this, Dougy. A letter. We just got a letter. Wonder who it's from?"[/color] Doug, of course, didn't understand the reference. Now he lay on the floor, occasionally casting curious glances her way. Setting the rest of the letters aside, Annebelle searched for a letter opener. Finding one, she tore the envelop and retrieved the letter from inside. Her expression travelled from curious, to awe, to disgust, to offended confusion.

	[color=f7976a]"What the heck? What kind of  stupid joke is this?"[/color]She waved the letter around, slapping it with her knuckles and then staring with baffled wonderment over at Doug. 
	
	[color=f7976a]"Not funny, not funny at all. I don't know if this was even meant for me. Whatever, who cares, right?" [/color] She shrugged, but the letter did hurt. Like this letter didn't care at all about her real parents. All it cared about was her biological parents. Was this some kind of estranged uncle? In danger? Yeah, right. Stupid letter. It was insulting. The damn thing had hurt her feelings for some reason. Vindictively, she tore the letter and envelope into pieces and scattered what was left into the garbage can.

	[color=f7976a]"This is my half-day off, Dougy. I'm going to do something fun. Maybe go somewhere for lunch then head back to Uni."[/color] Brushing her long brown hair aside, the girl watched TV for a little bit before getting antsy. That letter had shook her. She needed to take her mind off it.

	[color=f7976a]"Who wants to go for a walk? Come on, Dougy, let's go for a walk. I know it's early, but-" [/color]The dog barked and excitedly made for the front door. Smiling, Annie continued.[color=f7976a] "-but you don't mind, do you Dougy? No you don't. Come on, let's go."[/color] With that she attached the extendable leash to Doug's neck and opened the door and was greeted by the warm breeze of the late morning. It wasn't long before Annie was enjoying the day like she wanted, already half a block away from her house. She didn't want with earphones in, she preferred to listen to the silence for a little bit. It was a cool day. Her long hair was tied up into a ponytail with strands that drifted this way and that, occasionally into her face. A dull brown leather jacket was her most noticeable clothing item. It fell over dark blue skinny jeans tucked into simple brown boots.

	[color=f7976a]"Yeah," [/color]she said aloud. [color=f7976a]"This is better. I feel better already. Oop-" [/color]Doug darted over to a tree. [color=f7976a]"Gonna do your business? Okay, bud."[/color] She prepared the opaque plastic bag she had grabbed earlier. No way was she just gonna let Doug's poop stay on someone else's yard. Disgusting. She'd much rather dispose of it herself, as was proper. Glancing away from the dog the young woman observed her peaceful surroundings. No one else was outside. All was silent except the sound of the wind whispering through the oak trees that grew in the neighbors yard.