(
from here. nnn so close.)
Closer. She was getting closer. Almost there, almost at her destination. ... And then she would have to do it all over again. Get from one point to the other, without hopefully being hit or ... well, if she was being honest, she would really appreciate it if she wasn't noticed, but hey, she couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. For once, she thanked the fact that she was small. That way, if anything caught her, she could at least make a break for it. Maybe she would be hard to catch.
And, honestly, she was going good at running! Go, Bella, go.
Was it bad she was feeling at least proud of that? She hoped not. Because honestly, it made her feel confident that everything was going to be okay.
(
to here finally wheee.)