Cara
Cara laughed. She was glad her sister let her go and have one last day of fun. When thoughts of Sierra entered her head, her smile disappeared. She felt bad about all Sierra had to do for her. If it wasn't for her, she would probably already be dead.
Sierra
Sierra was glad she had let her sister go. She needed to have this last day of fun. She put on a coat and walked outside. She hated herself for it, but it was necessary. They needed the money. She looked around the street, and saw a rich middle-aged man. She walked over to him. "Excuse me, sir?" She lightly touched his shoulder. "Give me twenty quid." His eyes glazed over, and he drew out his wallet. "Here you go, miss." "Thanks." She moved on, and repeated the process until she had enough money for groceries. After buying the bare minimum, she moved on to her regular job.