Butterflies

"Ding dong, ding dong." The sound of door bell ringing echoed through the large yet elegant sitting room.

"It's not my turn, " muttered a girl with long red curly hair. She was lying on the sofa with a magazine covering her face.

"Not me either, " a girl with shiny curls yelled from her seat, frantically smashing on her computer. "Hit him, hit him... noooo."

"Then it's me again, " a petite girl rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine." She took her time to the front door. When she opened the door, she found an old lady with a basket.

"Would you like some bracelets?" the old lady offered. "I made them myself."

The petite girl smiled politely and looked into the basket the old lady was holding. She found four silver bracelets with intricate designs, all with butterfly charms.

"It's very pretty, " the petite girl answered politely, yet noncommittally.