He was angry, because i come home so late and he was angry and i start to cry by his hard words. But then he said, sorry darling, it´s just because i...�m afraid that something is happen to you, you know your are my little sunshine and i love you so much. I go to his arms and we watch TV. He had his Arm around my shoulder and his fingers twiddle my arm, it was such a nice feeling. Daddys eyes was closed and i feel how his fingers going to my little breast. he twiddle my nipples and under my shirt. Him asking me what I wanted to eat during the movie (Twizzlers, since it would not lodge in my teeth like popcorn or make my breath not, well not kissable). We walked arm in arm, the drink and candy were too much of trick hand in hand. All I could think about was him and his strong arms as we walked into the theatre proper. We looked for seats, I suggested up high, you know, in the back. We walked up the stairs and to the left. Found two empty seats amongst an entire row of empty seats. We sat. Yes, life went on in a familiar way up until ‘the day with the knife waving mother’ came along. It started as normal as a day can possibly start, with breakfasttime, playtime, lunchtime, everything at the right time, in the right place, with the right amount of kids, the right amount of teachers. Just fine-fine-fine. And then when we’re playing outdoors, a loud yell from a teacher, a swift intake of breath from a shy child, someone calling for security. And in the end sirens blearing loudly. He had close cropped brown hair, glasses, and dark green eyes. From the cockpit, Jean sighed. 'Another teenage boy.' She thought to herself. 'Why is it always teenage boys?'~Kitty!~ she sent out to one of the three mutants who had accompanied her. ~Another boy. Your age. You've got dibs, I beleive?~The girl she was calling too jumped up. This girl, barely eighteen, had shoulder-length brown hair, a small scattering of freckles, and brown eyes. "Yep!" she called. "I'll go get em!"Without another.