Faster, faster I told myself. I sprinted along the pavement while my shoes squelched with the evening rain. It pattered against my jacket and my face was all dewy. As I was walking I noticed a something watching me. A small girl. In a mustard cardigan. With inky black hair all braided into one neat plait. Her green eyes searched me looking for an answer. I didn't have it. Just then a maroon van came charging past, soaking me to my bones. And when I looked up that girl was gone.
