'Oh my, this is the problem with children nowadays. You are all so skeptical and lack faith!'
What is this weird woman spouting about?
Isn't it just right to be skeptical about someone whom you haven't known for a long time? Not to mention someone whom you only met in your dreams just yesterday, and now even in your waking moments.
'Elizabeth Ainsworth, rather, Elizabeth Jennings! I can hear everything your little brain thinks of.' She said with slight annoyance in her voice.
She released a heavy sigh and smoke came out of her mouth. The clouds that formed reminded me of winter season, the icy cold weather that seeps into your bones. She positioned her hands on her hips like a haughty model.
'You know Lizzie, I am actually not allowed to say this because I had a deal with –', she started to say but immediately cut-off her thought mid-sentence. 'Oh no, I almost said it.'
I gave her a long questioning look and crossed my arms.
