a spoonful of sugar — weekly task + tea + therapy

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]I have no parents.

That was something Belladonna could actually understand, as weird as it was. Her mother had been killed before her eyes, but her father was a mystery in of itself, one she could never quite unravel. So as horrible as the topic was, she could relate - as much as she could to a kid who was, for the most part, anti-social.

Glancing over to Buggy, she offered him a smile; to him, it may have looked like pity, but in honesty, it was understanding, an echo of an ache she felt when thinking of her mother. There was so many differences between them that it separated their stances on it, she supposed. "Yeah. My Father walked out. My mother, she uh... she's gone." her softly-spoken tone threatened to crack as she recalled her mother's fate, but she steeled herself. She wasn't going to cry - she was the one who was supposed to help here. "I don't think I caught your name earlier, it's nice to meet you, Buggedout. I'm Belladonna."

"Speech."