Omar
"hey kid, what are you doing here?" I ask the little girl, she looks like my age, and is wearing a nice dress like she's from a party, with long raven hair, but she looks very cold, her small hands are wrapped around her arms, rubbing, trying to keep herself warm, but the snow is too much, she shouldn't be put here! She approaches closer, squinting her eyes to see through the darkness. I puff out my chest, and rest my hands on my waist, trying to look intimidating.
" Who are you?" I ask in my big boy voice, but my throat hurt so I clear it.
"Why are you talking and standing like that?" My shoulders sink frowning.
" Wh..at are you.. doing here?" She stammering a bit, her lips quivering and blue, her small Shawl isn't keeping her warm one bit.
" I asked first," I retort crossing my
