Mayzee was 5 when she saw Marina for the first time. The girl was on the swings, all alone. Her dark hair was in front of her face, and she wore a pure white dress, no shoes. Mayzee walked over and gave her a hug, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder, shorts all dirty and shirt a faded red with short flouncy sleeves. Marina looked at her, smiled, her dark eyes twinkling.

   "Hello." She said. Her voice was like a  natural growl, one that would become seductive over time, but now sounded raspy but cute. Mayzee smiled back.

  "Hi." Her voice was soft, and gave the impression of innocence. Her bright green eyes looked into Marina's dark purplish ones. That was their beginning.