Weeping Willow - TMR

Ch. 2

"I call dibs"

"Is she hot?"

"No shucking way"

   That's just bloody disgusting, she's, like, 12. Of coarse they don't know that, yet, but still disgusting. I turned towards the young girl, she had her nose scrunched up in disgust too, along  with a frighted look on her face.

"No you bloody shanks, she's like shucking 12." That shut all of them up.

"Help them out, ya useless slint heads" Alby snarled at them, a rope was thrown down. One of the ends was tied in a loop for a foot hold. I looked at the brown haired girl.

"Do you need any help?" The girl didn't respond, only glared at me and walked towards the thick, old rope. She took it grudgingly, and stepped her small, almost dainty, foot into the rope's loop. I nodded to a boy who was looking down into the Box, he called to the guys to start pulling the rope up. 

    When both of us made it to the top, Alby came forward, away from the circle of boys. He stood in front of her, his large size making the girl seem almost pixie like. Some way, she managed to look down her nose, while looking up at him. Alby seemed surprised by this. She stood there with her arms crossed, a scowl present on her face, and an angry look in her eye. Though, I thought I saw a flash of fear in her grey, almost silver, eyes.

"Why am I here? Where am I  in the first place? Did you people kidnap me? Because if you did, you will see how far I can shove that knife up your bloody-!"

"Whoa, slow down pipsqueak!" Alby said to the dainty girl. She looked outraged at what he had called her. She huffed in anger, but kept her mouth shut. I had to hide a grin from spreading across my face.

"Do you remember anything, like your name?"

She nodded once, still glaring at the tall dark skinned leader. 

"Can you tell us?"

"My name is Willow, now tell me what I am doing here, with the bloody lot of you?!"