Alison was lying on the bed. She was so tired, yet her mind was very active tonight. It had been such a long, strange day; so many things had happened. Alison's life usually dragged on. She had no activities after school, the word activity always sent a cold shiver down her bones, as she preferred her free time to read or listen to music, and not run around a field like a crazy girl chasing a ball. The only fun she had in her little world was visiting her best friend Sarah, or vice versa. Sarah was a tomboy through and through and was a girl who had bruises to show for class, as she was always involved in some sort of fight. in and out of school, and she never cared if she had a big lip or a black eye, because her opponent always ended up worse. She was also the one who preferred sports. Football and hockey were her favorite games, but with her power and bullying ways, she was feared by the opposing team if a tackle was necessary, as a tackle from this girl was like being involved in a racing accident. 'car: tough, fast and unforgettable. She reached under the pillow and pulled out the boy's photo, running a long, delicate finger over his lips and stared into his eyes. Now he could see that they were blue, a very dark blue, and his skin was olive. It suited him…well, it suited Alison. She had always liked boys with tanned skin, rather than pale ones: she always called them sickly boys. Alison stared at the photo, mesmerized by the boy's beauty, until she could no longer keep her eyes open and slowly fell asleep. .************"Look at him," one blond-haired girl giggled to another, as a young boy approached the two girls who were sitting on the floor in a large bedroom, dressing their their porcelain dolls. in nice... middle of paper... a kid in kindergarten," Alison protested. "Okay, young adults, if that's the best way to put it. Either way, he has no idea how to treat you. So try not to be too rude and listen to what he has to say,” Carla smiled. “Okay, young lady, I'm going to bed with you, it's almost 12 in the morning; you need to get up soon,” Carla pointed out, pulling her reluctant daughter off the couch. “Not until 7 in the morning, Mom,” Alison moaned. “Yes, and even then I need a shovel to move you in the morning. So go away, go to bed... now. I'll get up soon; I just need to tidy up the room." Carla gave Alison a kiss on the cheek, and Alison smiled. "Goodnight, Mom," Alison yawned, when she opened the living room door. Bed bugs bite." "MOM!" Alison cried in embarrassment. "Well, they do, dear. The little buggers bit me last night, I've been itching all day," Carla winked..