Me and her.
    Dollia and Laura, if u really wanted to learn about us or whatever. But we live in the mangroves of a canal with all these rich houses, we didn't live her before though.
Alone.
No parents.
No anyone.
   But i guess Dollia considers me her parent. She's seven years old and is a complete curious little girl her age.
  A bit to much i think.
    Oh yeah, me Laura, i am her baby sitter, at least I was.
    Why do we have no parents i can't explain now, but soon.
    I guess i am a bit...uhhhhh, well i have never had to describe myself before. I love bands and probably my best trait is...
Really not much.
   I'm so forgetful, confused and bit akward, but i am always willing to take care of Dollia.
   Speaking of Dollia, i was pulling her back through the mangroves.
   "What's going on Laura?"
    I could hear the tense in her voice.
    I had to tell her.
       "Just a little bit more ways sweetie, then we can talk"
   Luckily, these mangroves were commonly quite, so I had no trouble finding a place.
   "Laura look!!"
      I heard Dollia's voice and turned around with a hair whip.
      She had a gaze on a tortoise.
Did i mention she is also a complete nature freak? Not like a grabby kid that just wants to snatch lizards and toads, practically torturing them.
   She respected mother earth.
    "Not now Dollia, we gotta go!"
       I swear, i could feel them coming.
I grabbed Dollia's arm, startling her and ran...
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     Finally, i got to a picnic table far enough.
    "Look Dollia-"
        I panted in between my sentence.
"What is it?"
        I listened again. I heard nothing again. We were safe....kind of.