The shadow of a little girl turned the corner, into the alley. Her blonde pigtails bouncing as she skipped, her backpack light but not empty. Her grey eyes sparkling under the bright sun. She held in her hands a stuffed rabbit, dressed to imitate a person. It was her favorite toy, named after me.
The group of older teenage girls finally noticed her, discreetly passing a stick of joint. The air filled with smoke and the smell of c******s. As a joke, one of the girls moved aside, closer to the little girl. She had just gotten her turn and decided to share it with the new comer.
She stretched out her hand, telling the pigtailed girl to come closer.
“What are you doing?” I stepped apart from the rest, following the girl to meet my little sister.
She looked at me, disappointed. Playing wit
