The morning was blooming with Eleanor's cheerful smile. The smile that she had greeted everyone when they looked her way.
Eleanor locked the door and was heading toward her gate. whistling a tune from the song she was listening to, she walked out of her compound. Her mind was dribbling with the words that were perfectly being played along a melodious tune.
She was oblivious to her surroundings and just as she was about to get to the junction, all Eleanor could feel was a large thing, running from behind her, making her fall heavily on one of her knees, feeling a sting.
A loud thud sounded as she let go of her bag, letting it fall next, and immediately after that, her two palms also came into contact with the ground.
A painful sensation walked through her palms as if she just dipped them inside boiling water.
