If Neris wasn't outside watching people go about their daily lives, she must be inside. It does make people wonder, though, what does she do with all that time? Carmine did most of the house chores, Ocieros made the money, Joed drank it away, but what about Neris? Just a freeloader? She didn't care what the others thought. Never had, never will. Instead, Neris was reading out of a worn, leatherbound book. The pages were covered in a familiar, yet unrecognizable, handwriting. The same one she'd seen on the charms covering the walls when she was younger. The book was hidden when she first found it among Ocieros' items... odd. He'd give her books every now and then... was this maybe for a birthday? Well... if it was, he should've kept it hidden better. She needed new material to read anyways, so she opened it without a second thought and started. Ellen. Why did that name sound so familiar? Ellen.<br/><br/>Maybe she'll ask Ocieros when he comes home, assuming he doesn't get mad she found his book before time was due.<br/><br/>He shouldn't be coming home for a while, though... maybe a few more pages and then she'll call it a day. It was starting to get dark out anyways, and light... well, she'll try to preserve whatever little money the family had. Besides, night was more fun outside when the wildlife started to breathe. They didn't mind her as much as the others, not that she cared, but sometimes it's nice to just go out without being stared at or getting picked on and such. Course looking completely different from the other two made matters worse. Some people wondered if she was even of her father's blood.<br/><br/>Footsteps. Ocieros was back sooner than she expected. She slammed the book shut and slid it back among his belongings, not really caring where it landed, and quickly yanked out another book and opened it up to a random page, pretending to be engrossed in it.