Two sisters, the hyperactive eight years Lola and the more quiet sixteen years old Layla wins a month trip to Christmas Town. Where they get to learn about the elf's life and help Santa prepare for the big night. But when rumors speard about a once ruin Christmas, Layla can't seem to get involve in the Holiday spirit. Until she meets a strange, but friendly stranger who tries to clear her worries. However, they soon must work together and get out of their trouble and get back before Christmas ends
Chapter One; Lola and Layla
Both of my parents were both born around the summer of love in San Francisco. They met as children, when their parents took then to Woodstock. Placing flowers in each other hairs, declaring their love, hoping to meet again. Wouldn't you know it, 20 years later at another festival, I think it was 'US' or something, They met again and fell in love. Sounds very cheesy, does it? Life is strange like that.
In current day, my mother works as a preschool teacher and my father as a bus conducter, giving San Francisco tourist a view of the city. We are just a standard working class family, but we're happy how we live, at least most of us. My name is Layla, I'm the oldist child, sixteen. I had only one sister, Lola, she's eight. We were both named after each of our parents favorite artists. I was named after my dad's favorite song, as my sister was named after my mom's favorite song of her band.
We were raise with music they grew up with, and learning to bring peace and love to others. I don't consider myself as a hippie, but I do believe in peace. I tried to write songs of my own base on my parent's music. But whenever I try to pick up my guitar and strum a few strings, I get too nervous and give up. I'm a very shy and quiet girl. My friend, Kelly tries to get me to be more active. Only to blush and humiliate myself in front of others.
Lola is a complete opposite of me. She's has a bouncy personality. She loves pop bands, like the early Beatles and gets excited even on the smallist of news. I baby sit her alot and had to calm her down before she gets too hyper. It seems that I'm the only one who can control her. She looks up to me and even stick up if I get down on my luck, which happens alot. Even our parents are impress that I can be a parent to her more than they can.
Sometimes, I stare at my bedroom window and lead out a few tears. I'm not happy with myself, unlike my family. I love my parents but, I feel they're too blind to see my true emotions. Not even my best friend. Perhaps someday I'll find someone to understand me.
Only to learn that someone, my not be a human as you think you would know.
