The wind was aggressive outside, as I looked on. I was reading it's temper, and it seemed furious. The sun was out, splashing colours of the yellow leaves everywhere alongside the wind.
A little girl, a new neighbour of mine, stepped out into this angry gush of wind and almost stumbled over her feet, while the wind blew her hair into many directions. She forced her tiny feet to move slowly, step-by-step, creeping closer to the car that I assumed was unlocked.
The girl was probably 7 years old, when everything seemed simple and there was no need to ellaborate on tiny details, like why people looked at you differently. She had big brown eyes, with mousy chopped hair. Her hair was in a 1980's cut, and it was so thick that it cropped into her neck at the ends. She wore a white polo top with a multi-coloured skirt with little ballet shoes.
She finally got into the car and sat there, waiting for someone to accompany her. Soon, after 5 minutes, she became slightly more irritated in the small motor-vehicle, and began jumping around inside. Shortly after, the mother came. She held herself so strong, and didn't seem bothered by the irritated weather. She climbed into the driver's seat, and set off outside of the driveway and drove in the direction of the neighbouring village.
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