• Her soft skin tightened as she sat on the dark street in the middle of a lonely town. The sleazy turquoise sweater upon her delicate body was barely enough to shield her from the icy winter wind. She wore thin, green Capri pants and no shoes to cover her fragile feet. Although she still had little hope in her big, brown eyes, she was ready to die in her lonely place.
    As she lied down and curled her frail body into a ball, something pierced her cheek. She tilted her head slowly to look up at the midnight sky. Another frigid piercing stung the middle of her forehead. They were like tiny needles to the face. She pulled the hood of her sweater over her head. Then more came. They came faster and faster. Soon, her clothes became sopping wet. She closed her tired eyes and everything went black. Her body did not want to give up, but her heart knew that it was the end....
    This is her fate.