Rarasoh Madsen was sat in her small box room, being the youngest she lost the game of rock paper scissors to her brother when they first moved. She remembered the memory well as she sat with her feet resting on her desk as she skimmed through the medical file she had stolen from the nurses office.<br/><br/><em>Then</em><br/>13 years old stood in the upper hallway screeching that since she was the youngest she had infact deserved the bigger room, however with Cameron being the oldest he deserved the space. So the genius brother decided that the odds were better off at deciding. Slapping her fist against her free palm the words rang out. "One. Two.. THREE!" Her scissors against his rock, she wailed her sound of disappointment the sun casting down at her from the hallway window causing her wail to match her angelic golden glow of the soft waves casting down the length of her back. "NO FAIR! Best of three.." Her rock, his scissors.. She was triumphant until his scissors matched her flat hand mimicking the paper in the game. She had lost, fair and square so ofcourse he got the bigger room.<br/><br/><em>Back to now. </em><br/>The now black haired 17 year old girl flicked the page open of the medical file, the voices arguing in her mind when she heard a faint tap at her closed door in a panic she set the file beneath her homework and lowered her feet to the plush rug beneath her chair and turned casting an emerald stare to the closed panel of wood ignoring the rain hammering at her window.<br/><br/>"What?! I'm busy.."<br/><br/>The irritation was evident in her tone, was it too much to ask to have to solitude in this house? Clearly she was asking for more than she deserved as her bedroom door remained shut for the few seconds. She stood with a disgruntled sound as she moved towards her door and swung it open leaning against the doors edge staring at the figure with a perked brow, he knocked so he was learning what a closed door meant. It was a start.<br/><br/>"What now?"