Evie Cullen

Traducciones 11 años

Alone Cast out. Abandoned. Alone. These are three words that describe me. I sit on a dusty pavement, I have been travelling all day and need somewhere to rest. My once white dress is in tatters, and sometimes stained in blood. I run my pale fingers through my deep black hair, trying to look presentable, when suddenly I see someone-several someones -out of the corner of my eye. Uh oh. I should have known better to stop here, they were a gang of teenagers, each one with jeans, hoodies and flat caps. And they were heading my way. I scrabble back onto the pavement, but they push me down. Pain shoots through me as they punch me. Eventually, they stop and back off, laughing. I lay down, and finally sleep.