Kenny Sevithon checked himself in the man sized mirror in his rather large and spacious bathroom. The walls were decorated in green, and blue with a white tiled floor to complement the large silver bathtub. Rich was just an adjective to describe him but he cared not about his status. Tonight was supposed to be the perfect nightâ€¦perfect in the sense that he should find his soul mate but even then -a wicked grin crossed his face- he would think soul mates werenâ€™t perfect. His father and mother portrayed that the best.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Honey why the f*** did you buy him that stupid ridiculous green tie. Reminds me of vomit!!"</span>He heard his motherâ€™s words at his father ringing from downstairs. They always bickered but somehow at the end of the day his parents managed to get along, and love each other at least a little bit.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I thought it would be niceâ€¦but not for tonightâ€¦" </span>His fatherâ€™s masculine deep voice wrong through his empty bedroom. His little sister managed to grumble and slam her door shut making it clear she wanted no part of his so called debute.<br/><br/>He tuned out his mother and fatherâ€™s bickering to glance at himself through the mirror. He had on a sharp white shirt, with a dark blue tie that hung loosely around his neck showing off a bit of his skin, and to compliment the outfit he had tanish -brown dress pants with dress shoes the same shade as his tie. As usual his hair was disheveled in its normal way showing his piercing  lightish -gray blue eyes. Most women that he had "fooled around with" till now had appreciated those eyes. He was faithful in the sense that he never cheated but that was it. Restrictions were not for him.<br/><br/>At last he had enough of just waiting. Time was ticking and his parents would kill him if he didnâ€™t make it there on time. He opened the tan door to his bathroom, wandered down the flower encased hallway , then walked down the red velvet stairs to make his way to the living room where his mother stood smiling. He smiled back gently, and nodded to his ever handsome father. His mother was an idol of beauty but his father was often called the better looking one of the pair with his tousled blonde hair, and lightish-gray blue eyes. While his mother had long black wavy black hair with light brown streaks, and emerald eyes. They complimented each other in looks.<br/><br/>He heaved a sigh and took the rose that his mother had in her hand. It was at least something he could give to the girl. Not just a girl. With no words shared between him and his parents he wandered to the front door. Knowing that his parents went through the same thing when they were his age. Restrictions suckedâ€¦.At last he made his way outside , walked down his cement sidewalk, and finally got on the air tram. Making his way to a spot in the back of the tram.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Alisha cote finished stringing her lace purple dress up. It was beautiful showing the right amount of her chest, and it complimented every curve of her body. She was standing in her rather small room in the attic. Since she had 4 siblings room in the house was tight, and her family was in the rich to mid rich level but her parents refused to get a larger house. Simply because the two couldnâ€™t agree on anything. They fought so much that the room that should have been hers was actually her fathers, and at this moment her father wasnâ€™t even home. She had a clear idea of who where her father was, and knew he wouldnâ€™t be home again tonight. Her parents were beautiful but that didnâ€™t matter. Their personalities clashed. Soulmatesâ€¦what were they? She surly didnâ€™t want one.<br/><br/>She twirled her body around allowing the frills at the bottom to sway a little. Her perfect dark brown hair was tied back in a light blue ribbon to compliment her purple dress. In fact the make up she used also made her eyes stand out. The beauty of her shocked her but that was the least of her worries. She swung her cracked attic door open and made her way down the red-oak stairwell till she passed the 2nd floor , and made it to the 1st floor. Where she swung another oak door open , and stepped into a bright, and luxurious kitchen. The kitchen was cleaned pristinely which wasnâ€™t unusual considering her mother had a weird cleaning habit.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the area briefly then she walked with her high heel shoes that matched her light blue ribbon in her hair to the living room. Where she hardly glanced at her mother and stormed right out that room, and swung the front door open to let it slam as she stepped down the cement steps, and through the paved sidewalk till she reached the air tram. When she got on she took the first seat she could. Ignoring the ruckus on the train.