Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20141125062953/@comment-7838080-20141205045434

Callista looked to Cassie, the memory all too fresh in her mind. The girl saw a reminder of it every day when she looked at her right hand, when the glove was off of it. It was a reminder of something she would never have. She hated it...she hated that it happened to her.

"I lost both my biological and my foster parents to arsons years ago," she said morosely, "S-So...I'll won't have a family to go back to. No mother to hug me...no roof over my head. All of that was lost to me years ago."

Callista then pulled off her glove, revealing her burn scarred hand to Cassie. It was a reminder of that harsh fact...and she'd bear it for the rest of her life.