Tears in her eyes, she walked down the bustling city street. It was an inky black night. Rain clouds hovered around the crescent moon. They promised rain, but not a single drop descended to the earth. It wasn't cold, but humidity hung everywhere. Gnats and other pesky bugs were thriving. But, once in a blue moon a cool breeze blew from the east. It caused a chill down everyone's spine. Though in the center of Market Square, it was unusually quiet. Only low hums of voices and shuffling feet on dirt roads were heard.
But she didn't notice these things. Her eyes, full of tears, were blindly looking ahead of her. Her feet didn't stumble along the rocky,dirty, hard road. She kept the same steady pace the whole walk. Her arms rested on her sides, unmoving. Her hands were in tight fists. In an unemotional line, her mouth showed no sign of happiness, anger, sadness, or any thing else. Just blank.
She did not cause one bit of attention. As people walked by, they would purposely bump into her. But this did not affect her. She hardly even noticed the tons of people walking from every direction. Instead, she stared at the ground. People glanced at her. As they walked by they thought that she was just an other orphan. Only her rusty red hair, mixed with black, caught some, yet little attention. In this town, no one knew this strange girl. No one knew where she came from or why she was here. What would they care? She was just a stranger. A small strange girl. No one did care though. Who would?
