Your footsteps echo in the lonely streets as your up beat music distracts the emptiness in your heart. A pair of cat ears catch your eye and you twist to see a girl who looks about the age of 6. She has midnight black hair tied into 2 pig tails and an oversized, pink and white dress.
"What are you doing out this late by yourself?" You ask.
She looks taken a back.
"What are you trying to say?" She squeaks.
"You look young." You reply.
She sneers and crosses her arms.
"Silly, I'm over a thousand years old." She grunts.
You laugh at her stupidity.
"Are you laughing at me?!" She exclaims.
"Your 4'3 aren't you?" You look her up and down.
"Hight doesn't define age!" She says.
You push her to the side and carry on your walk but you feel her tug on your jumper...
