"Caroline!"
My day really had to start off with another misfortune. I breathed in deeply and bent down to see the extent of the damage that was done.
My jeans were drenched starting from my knee down to my lower legs, and a little over my heels. The white sneakers I worn had now turned to a pale orange shade as the juice dripped down and down.
A little girl about the age of ten was staring back at me - her strikingly ice blue eyes a beautiful contrast to her white patchy skin. Her curls were a magnificent hoard of spiral puffs.
She was grasping a clear cup in her hand that had a bit of orange juice left at the very bottom.
The little girl stared at me for a very long time that I backed away, a bit crept out as it was. She didn't blink much, and her blonde brows knitted together in an angry scowl.
What is she angry for?
