The rest of the day went pretty fast but Irene could not get the girl in red off her mind. As she got ready for bed Irene hoped that she would dream about the girl in red tonight.
Unfortunately Irene could not get to sleep so she lay in her bed looking around her cold, dark room.
Soon enough morning came and the bright, early morning sun shone through Irene's window. She checked the clock. 5:20am. Irene got out of bed and begun to get dressed into her usual crisp white pinafore. She buckled up her big, bulky shoes and then made her way out of her room and to her usual spot on the balcony.
As she continued down the long monochrome hallway, her shoes making their usual rhythmic clack. She was startled by a soft voice. "Hello? Who's there". Irene stopped in her tracks. She had never heard such an angelic voice before. When Irene rounded the corner to the balcony, there she was.
The girl in red.
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The girl in red.
ContoEvery morning, day in day out she would be found there, perched on the balcony, looking out at the lush, green gardens below. That was until the fateful day when everything changed.
