*Eight Years Ago*
A small girl could be seen play around with her dolls, in her own make up world playing to her content. "Ashley! What are you doing and why aren't you in your best dress?!" A disgruntled voice echoed through the air, however it's target barely reacted as she kept on playing.
"Why? It's not like I'll be adopted either way when I try or not so why bother?" The girl commented, her hands signalling the doll in her hands crashing hard with the other. Clear that the altercation was brutal involving conflict of some sort. "Well if you don't present yourself in a fitting manner then of course you won't find a good family."
Ashley halted her actions, a sigh escaping her lips as she looked at the ground. "I don't want a family and I don't care what you people tell me. I'll live my own life the way I want." The girl cried as her clothes were stained with dust, letting the dolls in her hands fall to the ground.
