Chapter 3 The Little Girl

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She was bleeding. Buster went to Justin. I went to the little girl, she had dirty clothes and messy hair. She had a bite on her ankle. Was it from Buster? I thought.
"It's ok. Shhhh it's OK." I told the little girl. "Can you tell me your name?" I asked her. She nodded.
"I-i'm Ashley." She studdered. She was crying. But she slowly stopped as I picked her up and sat her on the tailgate of my dad's truck. She looked about 5 or 6 years old.
"How old are you?" I asked her.
"I'm 4." She answered sweetly. She had light brown hair, a little pink dress, which was ripped up and dirty, she had scratches on her face and arms, and she had little black flats on. I wonder why she is out here by herself? I wondered.
"What are you doing out here by yourself Ashley?" I asked.
"Mommy, daddy, and me go campin and they left with nothin with them so I stay here till they come back an get me." She answered sweetly. Why is she so calm with her parents leaving her by herself here?

Sorry for the extreme short chapter. This was just to try to get to know Ashley but more is to come so hang with me. But please tell me how you like it in the comments. :)

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