I saw her the first day we moved into this shitty little town. She was sat wiping ash off the leggings clinging to her legs. Her hair pushed out of her face, held up by a pair of glasses. The ash seemed to perplex her as I watched. I chuckled to myself lightly and wandered into what was soon to be my new home. My "fresh start away from bad influences" as my mom was calling it. I took one look around the house that looked like there should be an elderly couple living in it and backed out. Instead, I decided to go and see what this shitty town had to offer, other than the girl sat above me, smoking and off in her own little world.
