04-02-2009, 11:37 AM
"My family?!" Trish said, trying to shake him off. "And what do you mean my responsibility! Get off!" As the bickered, Sarah woke up and timidly scooted back. "Am..am I in trouble?" She asked Gin, looking scared, though it was hard to tell now since she always looked scared. Her demeanor resembled that of a dog that had been hit and beat in submission, its tail between its legs, its head low to the ground.
