Mummy and Daddy are arseholes.

Salt Werner had had one of those days were a memory hits you full whack in the face and no matter how hard she tried to forget, every time she closed her eyes she saw her father towering above her in his dirty, sweaty body. She remembered gypping as he forced her- a vegetarian at the time- to eat red meat, telling her she was dirt, no better than the rest of them.

Her nose turned up in a sneer, causing her to shake her head and lightly smack herself, forcing it out. That was in the past, now was better. She had amazing friends, had caught a damn good boyfriend and finally shut her family out of her life. They weren't worth it. They didn't deserve her.

She'd spent years of utter shit for being the daughter of the town scum. Bullied at school because her father owned the sleaziest place around. Parent's warned their kids to stay away from the Werner lot. They weren't good news and maybe they'd rub Timmy up the wrong way like the rest of them.
Suck my balls.

So she'd come to the fair. Because God knows, when you're down, the only thing to pick you up is the amusements lining the street. She cuddled the large white rabbit to her side, feeling the rough whiskers brush against her face.

Sighing lightly, she peered up at the sky, her free hands fingers twisting in the blonde curls on her shoulders. Her lips smacked together as she noticed a Candy Floss stand, and her feet, in little pink ballet pumps, moved toward it at lightening speed.

The man there leered down upon her, noticing how her thin black v-necked jumper gave a fair view of her cleavage, and how there was a centimetre of slightly tan skin showing from above her faded denim boyfriend pants. Salt grimaced, handing over her money and grabbing her candy with a quick thanks and a fast scurry away. A shudder trailed down her spine as she shoved some of the pink cotton in her mouth.

Heaven.

She trailed along the pier, eyes cast out to the sea, to the sunset beneath her shaded sunglasses. It was getting rather late, she realised with a small smile as she came toward the end of her little trail. Eyes moved to the other lent against the railings, a stranger, and she called out with a polite smile, "'Scuse me, do you have the time?"