[ota] A stranger comes to town
Snow. No no no no there should not be snow. And trees. Okay yes there should be trees, trees are good, trees are nice, but there should not be so many and they should not be so... here.
Winny stumbles and grabs onto the nearest tree, wincing as her sneaker sinks into what can only be mud under the snow. She's going to need to bleach them as soon as she gets home. Hopefully she still has some bleach left in the little stockpile in her closet.
Mentally recounting the bottles of cleaning liquid she has hidden in various parts of her foster parents' house occupies the next minute and a half as she does her best not to panic or rip her shoe off and throw it into the woods. She looks up at the tree, shivering. It's horribly cold and her jeans are soaked through to the knee.
"Call for help or don't or do or don't," she whispers, and clings to the tree a little harder. ...Until she spots the freckles of moss it's leaving on her hands. She lunges back from it with a tiny squeak, the books in her backpack almost making her fall on her back in the snow. As soon as she has her balance again, she scoops up a wad of snow and starts scrubbing until both hands are raw with the cold.
Winny stumbles and grabs onto the nearest tree, wincing as her sneaker sinks into what can only be mud under the snow. She's going to need to bleach them as soon as she gets home. Hopefully she still has some bleach left in the little stockpile in her closet.
Mentally recounting the bottles of cleaning liquid she has hidden in various parts of her foster parents' house occupies the next minute and a half as she does her best not to panic or rip her shoe off and throw it into the woods. She looks up at the tree, shivering. It's horribly cold and her jeans are soaked through to the knee.
"Call for help or don't or do or don't," she whispers, and clings to the tree a little harder. ...Until she spots the freckles of moss it's leaving on her hands. She lunges back from it with a tiny squeak, the books in her backpack almost making her fall on her back in the snow. As soon as she has her balance again, she scoops up a wad of snow and starts scrubbing until both hands are raw with the cold.