The next morning Kerrie awoke, her clothing damp, her hair matted with mud, and her surroundings strange and unfarmiliar. she sat up and looked over at her friends.
"Are we dead?" she whispered.
Molly shook her head, "No"
"Ew! Look at those dirty little girls in that box!" remarked a nicely dressed girl of about fifteen.
"Maybe we're not dead, but we're deffinitly in hell." Molly said rolling her eyes.
"I heard that!" the nicely dressed girl said stamping her foot.
"That was the point, princess." Roryn said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The girl looked appauled. She took of her little white gloves and handed them to one of her nicely dressed friends. She grabbed Rorynby the arm and pulled her out of the crate.
"You don't talk to someone like me like that! You need to be taught a lesson little girl!"
She raised her hand, prepared to slap Roryn, when a large clump of mud landed on her beautiful white blouse.
"Don't touch her!" Kerrie yelled.
"MY SHIRT!" the girl cried.
She let go of Roryn and tended her horribly stained blouse, her friend flocking around her as if she had just lost an arm.
"Come on Roryn, run!" Molly yelled grabbing Roryn by the hand and running after Kerrie, who had already fled.
They ran for about five minutes straight until they decided it was time to stop and take a breather.
"In here" Molly said running into a narrow alley.
The girls sat down, they where all tired and panting heavily. Roryn caught her breath and sheepishly said,
"Thanks for doin that Kerr."
"No problem, it was great to see her flip out like that!" Kerrie giggled.
"Yea, you got her shirt so dirty!" Molly laughed.
She reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of her face and looked at her hand disgustedly.
"Speaking of dirty, we're pretty gross ourselves." Molly added.
Kerrie ran her hand through her mud-matted hair.
"Yes, that we are."
"I guess we oughtta find a place where we can clean up." Roryn suggested.
She crept over to the opening of the alley and looked out.
"The coast is clear, let's go."
"Are we dead?" she whispered.
Molly shook her head, "No"
"Ew! Look at those dirty little girls in that box!" remarked a nicely dressed girl of about fifteen.
"Maybe we're not dead, but we're deffinitly in hell." Molly said rolling her eyes.
"I heard that!" the nicely dressed girl said stamping her foot.
"That was the point, princess." Roryn said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The girl looked appauled. She took of her little white gloves and handed them to one of her nicely dressed friends. She grabbed Rorynby the arm and pulled her out of the crate.
"You don't talk to someone like me like that! You need to be taught a lesson little girl!"
She raised her hand, prepared to slap Roryn, when a large clump of mud landed on her beautiful white blouse.
"Don't touch her!" Kerrie yelled.
"MY SHIRT!" the girl cried.
She let go of Roryn and tended her horribly stained blouse, her friend flocking around her as if she had just lost an arm.
"Come on Roryn, run!" Molly yelled grabbing Roryn by the hand and running after Kerrie, who had already fled.
They ran for about five minutes straight until they decided it was time to stop and take a breather.
"In here" Molly said running into a narrow alley.
The girls sat down, they where all tired and panting heavily. Roryn caught her breath and sheepishly said,
"Thanks for doin that Kerr."
"No problem, it was great to see her flip out like that!" Kerrie giggled.
"Yea, you got her shirt so dirty!" Molly laughed.
She reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of her face and looked at her hand disgustedly.
"Speaking of dirty, we're pretty gross ourselves." Molly added.
Kerrie ran her hand through her mud-matted hair.
"Yes, that we are."
"I guess we oughtta find a place where we can clean up." Roryn suggested.
She crept over to the opening of the alley and looked out.
"The coast is clear, let's go."