<span style="color: #0040FF">From the moment she was born, Shalonna was a rebel. She hated authority and would push limits to the breaking point more often than not. This, was why, on this balmy Tuesday morning Shalonna found herself walking quietly down the street in the direction of a small white house she was sure no one lived in. She'd arrived in the town of Brickland Springs nearly 6 months ago, and while it wasn't exactly a small town..it wasn't like most houses stood out the way this one did. It was dark and mysterious, but seemed to call out to her in a way she couldn't resist. Glancing down at the small note, she double checked the time and address before continuing on her way.<br/><br/>When she finally arrived, it became clear that the house had actually been painted a shade of periwinkle at one point, though years of abandonment had not been good to the paint job. Brickland Springs had been known for their hot summers and cold winters, unpredictable weather that could be found only in the Midwest. Back home in Jamaica, the weather was much more predictable and Shalonna found herself thinking of home as she neared the doorstep, and sat down to wait. </span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080"><span style="font-style: italic">GrrAGH</span> The car sputters into gear as Annaleigh adjusts her mirrors. 'Stupid piece of crap' she thinks to herself. The old beat up Volkswagen had definitely seen better days, but being a broke college student made it hard to buy new wheels. She slowly backed out of the parking lot of her apartment and headed towards the highway. Brickland Springs was about 5 miles down the road and was the same town she'd spent the majority of her childhood in. Except of course, the year she spent with her mother in Ireland. With little on her mind, she drove in silence, watching the road rush by. <br/><br/>Upon arrival, she noticed there were no other cars present. Without thinking twice she backed up, and parked her car in a small empty place just down the street. 'No big deal, I'll just take a short walk to it later' she thought to herself. It was nice outside for South Dakota in the summer anyway, a nicer day with just a touch of a breeze. A darker woman about her age was sitting on the steps looking at the sky. As Annaleigh got closer, she started trying to decide what to say. </span>