Walking ;; Anya

[Jack Clark]

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[Anya Mason]

Anya hated babysitting. She absloutly hated it. Loathed with a firey burning passion, plus along with every other word that you could think of that had to do with hate. That was pretty much how she felt about babysitting all her nieces and nephews. But at the moment she also hated her brother Daniel also. He was the reason that she was babysitting.
'We need to take mum out,' He suggested at dinner last night.
Anya had to scoff at the thought. Their mother hadn't set foot outside their door in years. Any why should she? He provided everything for her. Food, smokes, clothing. That's all she wanted and all she needed. And he expected their mother just to go out?
Please.

Looking down at Valerie in her lap Anya knew that this was a weird sight. It wasn't because Anya didn't like Valerie. She loved that little girl, but that's exactly it. She was a little girl all dressed up in a matching pink outfit. And her blond hair and blue eyes just screamed angel. It was almost funny at how much she clashed against Anya's goth princess-demon look.

Looking up ANya sighed. she really didn't want to watch all her nieces and nephews.

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[Jack Clark]

[/colour] Ashlyn replyed to her father. With a small smile Jack placed her back down. "Go on then, but make sure your back home by 3 thank you" Jack told her, nodding her brown hair she skipped off back with her friend. As It was about one In the after noon Jack didn't mined her being out.

Being that she was elevne years old and that they only lived down the road, Jack wasn't to worry about her. Yet he still watched her every move. Turning round he walked towards a bench and sat down onto it. Bitting his bottom lip gently, Jack carried on to watch his darling little girl play around and flirt.[/size][/ul]