“Hello?” I spoke walking into the small store to the sound of a bell to let myself known.
“Hello is English. Who is it?” I heard a young woman’s sound echo from the back of the little corner shop about half the size of Fay’s.
The brunette I saw the day before, the one who laughed making a joke of me stepped forward. I doubt she is going to be one for friendship, nor do I want to friends with someone who would make a joke out of anyone. She was just a bully.
“You… outsider… you are alive…” She fumbled with her words.
There was not the whisper of a question in that statement. She was taller than myself and now dressed in a simple back dress with a white apron covered in dye of multiple shades of yellow, green, and purple. It was worn and used showing how hard a worker she likely was i
