A young girl, who couldn't be any older than 14 walks down the streets of
Manhattan one day, in the middle of winter. The snow had started falling
early that day, and it hadn't stopped, but only got worse.
The girl, whose dark red hair was covered in snow, tried to shake some of
it out of her curly hair, it didn't work.
The girl who along with having dark red curly should length hair, has
bright blue eyes, most of the time a pale face, but today it was very pink,
thanks to the coldness outside, she stood about 4'8", and was wearing a tan
shirt, gray pants, black shoes, and a dark brown coat, but the coat wasn't
keeping this young girl too warm.
She was just starting to think that if she didn't find some place to dry
off, and get a bit warm soon, someone would find her, frozen and dead in
the street, when a boy bumped into her, knocking her down.
"Ooof." The girl mumbles, trying to stand back up, when she sees a hand in her face.
"Sorry 'bout dat. Ise didn't see ya dere. Ise mean dat Ise were ahhh, are youse ok?"
The girl looks up at the boy, as she brushes the hand aside and stands up on her own.
"I'm fine thanks. You know, you should watch where you are going, instead of run and sliding on ice."
The boy stands there, looking at the girl, until a few of the boy's friends show up.
"Ooof." The girl mumbles, trying to stand back up, when she sees a hand in her face.
"Sorry 'bout dat. Ise didn't see ya dere. Ise mean dat Ise were ahhh, are youse ok?"
The girl looks up at the boy, as she brushes the hand aside and stands up on her own.
"I'm fine thanks. You know, you should watch where you are going, instead of run and sliding on ice."
The boy stands there, looking at the girl, until a few of the boy's friends show up.